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56 | In This Our World The Prophets Time was we stoned the Prophets. Age on age, When men were strong to save, the world hath slain them. People are wiser now; they waste no rage— The Prophets entertain them! Similar Cases There was once a little animal, No bigger than a fox, And on five toes he scampered Over Tertiary rocks. They called him Eohippus,52 And they called him very small, And they thought him of no value— When they thought of him at all; For the lumpish old Dinoceras53 And Coryphodon54 so slow Were the heavy aristocracy In days of long ago. Said the little Eohippus, “I am going to be a horse! And on my middle finger-nails To run my earthly course! I’m going to have a flowing tail! I’m going to have a mane! I’m going to stand fourteen hands high On the psychozoic55 plain!” The Coryphodon was horrified, The Dinoceras was shocked; And they chased young Eohippus, But he skipped away and mocked. And they laughed enormous laughter, And they groaned enormous groans, And they bade young Eohippus Go view his father’s bones. Said they, “You always were as small And mean as now we see, And that’s conclusive evidence That you’re always going to be. What! Be a great, tall, handsome beast, With hoofs to gallop on? Why! You’d have to change your nature!” Said the Loxolophodon.56 ...

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