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Poem August 30, 1947 Issue

THE LENS OF SCIENCE

Alan W. Thwaites

I sought correction for the erring sight
That conjured images of falsity
When I desired to know mankind aright.

I found the lens of Science; now I see,
Not darkly through a glass, but clear in light,
The perfect fact of man's identity.

Alan W. Thwaites

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