THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE <br />There is a vice in the world's reasoning. Man <br />Has conquered knowledge. He has conquered power; <br />He has traced out the universal plan <br />Of the Earth's being; and in this last hour <br />He has unmade the God which he had made. <br />I cannot doubt but he at length has read <br />The riddle of the Earth; that he is wise. <br />He also hath dominion charterèd <br />Over the lands, the oceans, and the skies, <br />Which toil and sweat to give him daily bread. <br />--Knowledge he hath, and power upon the Earth, <br />And long ago he had himself been God, <br />But for the cruel secret of his birth, <br />Which gave him kindred with the dust he trod, <br />And for the hideous ending of his mirth, <br />A fly--blown carrion festering 'neath the sod.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-lxxxix/
