The Wonder, O, the Miracle of life—
our consciousness of splendor and of strife
and the extremes of ecstasy and terror
when we’ve soared right or plummeted in error!
Such is our vagrant lot as humankind:
sometimes the visionary, sometimes blind,
exploring and inventing beyond bounds—
in whom at best amazing grace redounds;
but yet at worst, a vile monstrosity
devoid of love, of light, of sympathy.
What hope is there we may in time grow wise
before our folly’s fouled this enterprise
of life on Earth, this miracle of birth,
in all the universe of highest worth?
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