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 the 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 sourest far from human view,
Even thy faint image shall our strength renew.