Science appears but what in truth she is,/ Not as our glory and our absolute boast,/ But as a succedaneum, and a prop/ To our infirmity.

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed

But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth.

Science by itself has no moral dimension. But it does seek to establish truth. And upon this truth morality can be built.