'Reason and Instinct!' How we love to play with words that please our pride; Our noble race's mean descent by false forged titles seek to hide! For 'gift divine' I bid you read the better work of higher brain, From Instinct diff'ering in degree as golden mine from leaden vein.

Is not the highest honour his who from the worst hath drawn the best; May not your Maker make the world from matter, an it suit His hest? Nay more, the sordide…

Reason is Life's sole arbiter, the magic Laby'rinth's single clue: Worlds lie above, beyond its ken; what crosses it can ne'er be true.

'Tush!' quoth the Zahid, 'well we ken the teaching of the school abhorr'd 'That maketh man automaton, mind a secretion, soul a word.' 'Of molecules and protopl…