The Tale of Doctor Eben

There was a learned Doctor, see,
Who cut up brains most carefully;
He probed and peered, with knife and chart,
And swore the soul was but a part.

But lo! One day he fell asleep—
A coma long, and dark, and deep.
The surgeons gathered round his bed,
And muttered, “Soon the man is dead.”

Yet while his flesh lay slack and cold,
His spirit strode through gates of gold!
It met with Love (enormous, kind),
A truth that baffled human mind.

He came again to tell the tale:
That science may, at times, grow pale;
That life is larger than its laws,
And Love’s the root of all because.

So children, mark this moral true:
The cleverest know not all they do.
For wisdom lives where wonder stays,
Beyond the reach of scalpel’s gaze.

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