2-2-1 Colonel Sir Ronald Ross [June 4, 



Who to himself hath said, 



••This chamber must be closed; 



This tract of truth I dread, 

 This darkness God-imposed 



May not be lifted," keeps 



An every- open door 

 Thro' which deception creeps 



Confounding more and more, 



Until to wild extremes 



Of falsehood driv'n he dies, 

 Intoxicate with dreams 



And drunk with a thousand lies. 



If with unshaken will, 



Resolving not to stray 

 But to be rising still, 



"We clamber day by day 



From truth to truth, at last, 



In valleys of the night 

 Not lost, we know the vast 



And simple upper light, 



Only one labouring knows. 



The base, tumultuous wreck 

 Of rock and forest shows ; 



The summit, a single peak. 



So sought, so seen, so found. 



And what the end so high ? 

 A summit splendour crown'd 



Between the earth and sky. 



Where with sidereal blaze 



The mistless planets glow, 

 And stars unsully'd gaze 



On unpolluted snow. 



No strife the vast reveals 



But perfect peace indeed — 

 The thunder of spinning wheels 



At rest in eternal speed. 



The following sonnetelle (as I call the groups of three stanzas) 

 was a first draft of one written on the 21st August, 1897, the day 

 after that on which I first found the parasites of malaria in 

 mosquitoes : — 



This day relenting God 



Hath placed within my hand 

 A wondrous thing ; and God 



Be praised. At His command, 



