In Memoriam: Joseph Le Conte. 31 



That which we seek in our blindness, yearning with im- 

 potent passion, 

 Wandering guideless, alone, in the depth of an in- 

 finite night. 



Is revealed to him illumed with the glorious splendor of 

 noonday, — 



Finding his life's ideal, he cometh into the light. 



Now are his dreams come true; all the tireless watching 

 and striving 



Blend in a perfect peace, in the rest of a task well 

 done; 



Long had he labored and waited, seeking one goal in the 

 distance, 



Now he knoweth the truth ; now is life's victory won. 



