EVOLUTION: AT THE MIND'S CINEMA 



I turn the handle and the story starts : 

 Reel after reel is all astronomy, 

 Till life, enkindled in a niche of sky, 



Leaps on the stage to play a million parts. 



Life leaves the slime and through all ocean darts ; 



She conquers earth, and raises wings to fly ; 



Then spirit blooms, and learns how not to die,- 

 Nesting beyond the grave in others' hearts. 



— I turn the handle : other men like me 

 Have made the film : and now I sit and look 

 In quiet, privileged like Divinity 

 To read the roaring world as in a book. 



If this thy past, where shall thy future climb, 

 O Spirit, built of Elements and Time ! 



Munich, 7««. 1923. 



