Once we thought the world was flat,
What of that?
It was just as globose then,
Under unbelieving men,
As our later folk have found it,
By success in running round it
What we think may guide our acts,
But it does not alter facts.

We thought women made and meant
For man's content;
Rib-made secondary things,
Not the stuff for priests and kings
Greatly we admired the plan
Of “God's last best gift to man.”
Now we're learning, somewhat late,
Female life to antedate
These old-world man-made chimeras,
By some geologic eras.

Long the life stream held its own,
Hers alone
That first form, through ages dim,
Slowly has developed him
Late he came, with little stir,
As God's last best gift to her.
What he thinks may guide his acts,
But it does not alter facts.