The accusation, I believe, is unjust. And yet
science may scale Olympus after all. Without
intending it, almost without knowing it, she may find
herself hereafter upon a summit of which she never
dreamed; surveying the universe of God in the light
of Him who made it and her, and remakes them both
for ever and ever. On that summit she may stand
hereafter, if only she goes on, as she goes now, in
humility and in patience; doing the duty which lies
nearest her; lured along the upward road, not by ambition,
vanity, or greed, but by reverent curiosity for every
new pebble, and flower, and child, and savage, around
her feet.
{1} Mr.
H. Reeve’s translation of De Tocqueville’s
“France before the Revolution of 1789.”
p. 280.
