What Shelter To Grow Ripe Is Ours?

In Our English Popular Religion The Common Conception Of A Future State Of Bliss Is That Of ... A Kind Of Perfected Middle-class Home, With Labour Ended, The Table Spread, Goodness All Around, The Lost Ones Restored, Hymnody Incessant.

But The Idea Of Science And Systematic Knowledge Is Wanting To Our Whole Instruction Alike, And Not Only To That Of Our Business Class ... In Nothing Do England And The Continent At The Present Moment More Strikingly Differ Than In The Prominence Which Is Now Given To The Idea Of Science There, And The Neglect In Which This Idea Still Lies Here; A Neglect So Great That We Hardly Even Know The Use Of The Word Science In Its Strict Sense, And Only Employ It In A Secondary And Incorrect Sense.

Say, Has Some Wet Bird-haunted English Lawn Lent It The Music Of Its Trees At Dawn?

This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims.

Most Men Eddy About Here And There-eat And Drink, Chatter And Love And Hate, Gather And Squander, Are Raised Aloft, Are Hurled In The Dust, Striving Blindly, Achieving Nothing; And Then They Die- Perish;-and No One Asks Who Or What They Have Been.