NEBULA TO MAN 
For signs indeed of workmanship they bear, 
Where mind and skill of hand have had a share.) 
They too have learned, by fickle climate tried, 
From captured prey to tear the hairy hide, 125 
And make the covering theirs. And far afield, 
Where ill would Nature's garb have proved a shield, 
On cold and foggy wastes, north far away, 
Warm clad they hunt, and trap abundant prey. 
Come then are men upon Europa's scene, 130 
To see what here they may from Fortune win. 
No paradise indeed will meet the eye, 
No Eden land, no lap of luxury. 
Fierce beasts abound, alert on every hand : 
Rugged and worn and half-clothed lies the land : 135 
And oft may they be forced to make the trees, 
And gloomy caves, their homes and refuges. 
Yet men they are, whose struggling race has climbed 
As from the depths, to stand at last sublimed. 
Old brutal thoughts their minds must still beset, 140 
For with the brutes near ties they hold as yet. 
And is Man's mind from such thoughts free to-day ? 
Within ourselves still thread these not their way ? 
For what man lives, whose fate is not to find 
Thoughts low and savage lurking in his mind, 145 
Prompters of lust and avarice and hate ? 
And point not these to some past brutal state, 
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