Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.

Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.