THE KINSHIP OF LIFE. 53 
life possible. For every truth that is won for humanity 
takes the life of a man. 
Among all who have written or spoken of Darwin 
since he died, by none has an unkind word been said. 
His was a gentle, patient, and reverent spirit, and by 
his life has not only science but our conception of Chris- 
tianity been advanced and ennobled. 
“*A sacred kinship I would not forego 
Binds me to all that breathes ; through endless strife 
The calm and deathless dignity of life 
Unites each bleeding victim to its foe. 
‘‘T am the child of earth and air and sea. 
My lullaby by hoarse Silurian storms 
Was chanted, and through endless changing forms 
Of tree and bird and beast unceasingly 
The toiling ages wrought to fashion me. 
“Lo! these large ancestors have left a breath 
Of their great souls in mine, defying death 
And change. I grow and blossom as the tree, 
And ever feel deep-delving earthy roots 
Binding me daily to the common clay ; 
Yet with its airy impulse upward shoots 
My soul into the realms of light and day. 
And thou, O sea, stern mother of my soul, 
Thy tempests ring in me, thy billows roll!” 
HyaLmar HjortH BOovEsEn. 
