Acadiensis/Volume 3/Number 2/Evolution
(Epigram.)
Evolution.
Deep in primeval slime a shuddering stir,
A baleful glare from eyes of loathsome blur,
Like lightning-flash through horn—and Life begins.
All loves, all holy virtues and all sins
Are summed within the gurgle of the breath,
First, ravening, drawn upon those shores of Death!
This is the story delved, the other day,
By some explorers, from that ancient clay,
Mistaking Life (poor helot, forced to shift!)
For Heaven's later and immortal gift!
But while these wise ones deem they see the whole,
Fools know that reptile ne'er developed soul!
A baleful glare from eyes of loathsome blur,
Like lightning-flash through horn—and Life begins.
All loves, all holy virtues and all sins
Are summed within the gurgle of the breath,
First, ravening, drawn upon those shores of Death!
This is the story delved, the other day,
By some explorers, from that ancient clay,
Mistaking Life (poor helot, forced to shift!)
For Heaven's later and immortal gift!
But while these wise ones deem they see the whole,
Fools know that reptile ne'er developed soul!