THE INFORMING SPIRIT

I

THERE iS no great and no small
To the Soul that maketh all:
And where it cometh, all things are;
And it cometh everywhere.

II

I am owner of the sphere,
Of the seven stars and the solar year,
Of Cæsar`s hand, and Plato`s brain,
Of Lord Christ`s heart, and Shakspeare`s strain.

Consider the title of the poem, in context with the additional lines of the poem that you did not inquire about, and the meaning is obvious.

Science does not have all the answers, now does it?