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  • Are God and Nature then at strife,
    That Nature lends such evil dreams?
    So careful of the type she seems,
    So careless of the single life; ...
    'So careful of the type', but no.
    From scarped cliff and quarried stone
    She cries, 'A thousand types are gone:
    I care for nothing, all shall go' ...
    Man, her last work, who seemed so fair,
    Such splendid purpose in his eyes,
    Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies,
    Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
    Who trusted God was love indeed
    And love Creation's final law-
    Tho' Nature red in tooth and claw
    With ravine, shrieked against his creed...