A professor at Cornell University wrote this poem. I can’t decide if he were a disciple of Christ or an opponent.
What was our trust, we trust not;
What was our faith, we doubt.
Whether we must or must not,
We may debate about.
The soul perhaps is a gust of gas,
And wrong is a form of right.
But we know that energy equals mass
By the square of the speed of light.
What we have known, we know not;
What we have proved, abjure.
Life is a tangled bowknot,
But one thing still is sure.
Come, little lad; come, little lass;
Your docile creed recite.
We know that energy equals mass,
By the square of the speed of light.