

NT, 



And SO thou wast made perfect ! . Not a friend 

 Might step between thee and the sore distress 

 Which thou with strong and patient godliness 



Enduredst uncomplaining to the end. 



Heroic saint ! Bright sufferer ! Thou dost lend 

 To science a new glory. Midst tJie press 

 Of boasters, all thy meek -eyed fame confess, 



And worldlings thine unworldliness commend. 



Shine on, pure spirit ! Though we see thee not, 

 Even in thy passage thou hast purged away 



The fogs of earth-born doubt and sense-bound thought 

 From hearts that followed thine all-piercing ray. 



And while thou soarest far from human view, 



Even thy faint image shall our strength renew. 



