Behold the quiet lamp of reason’s flame
that burns through doubt and darkness, clear and bright:
Not myth but proof, no law but nature’s frame,
it lights the path that brings the truth in sight.
Through glass and code, through pulse and patient breath,
the seeker’s hand deciphers life’s design;
from cells to stars, from sickness into health,
each test, each trial, refines the grand divine.
Yet not in thought alone this power stays–
it lives in healers bent at lab and bed,
whose steady craft redeems our fleeting days,
whose work gives hope where once all hope had fled.
So may this science–humble, fierce, and kind–
keep lifting hearts and bodies, spirits, minds.