SCIENTIFIC FAITH 
vation of our aspirations? Has not science also en- 
larged the sphere of our love, and given us new 
grounds for wonder and admiration? It certainly 
has, but it as certainly has put a damper upon our 
awe, our reverence, our veneration. However val- 
uable these emotions are, and whatever part they 
may have played in the development of character 
in the past, they seem doomed to play less and 
less part in the future. Poetry and religion, so 
called, seem doomed to play less and less part in the 
life of the race in the future. We shall still dream 
and aspire, but we shall not tremble and worship 
as in the past. 
We see about us daily transformations as stu- 
pendous as that of the evolution of man from the 
lower animals, and we marvel not. We see the inor- 
ganic pass into the organic, we see iron and lime and 
potash and silex blush in the flowers, sweeten in the 
fruit, ripen in the grain, crimson in the blood, and 
we marvel not. We see the spotless pond-lily rising 
and unfolding its snowy petals, and its trembling 
heart of gold, from the black slime of the pond. We 
contemplate our own life-history as shown in our 
pre-natal life, and we are not disturbed. But when 
we stretch this process out through the geologic ages 
and try to see ourselves a germ, a fish, a reptile, in 
the womb of time, we are balked. We donot see the 
great mother, or the great father, or feel the lift of the 
great biologic laws. We are beyond our depth. It 
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