Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered Figuring what anything is far;
Enough for her devotions that things are And can be contemplated soon as gathered
She knows how every living thing was fathered,
She calculates the climate of each star,
She counts the fish at sea, but cannot care
Why any one of them exists, fish, fire or feathered
The poet suggests that science
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teaches us everything about life
- deals with the causes of natural phenomena
- does not deal with the causes of natural phenomena
- teaches us how to contemplate
- does not teaches us how to contemplate