Part III Researches in the Treasury
| “...And he, shall be, | ||
| Man, her last work, who seem’d so fair, | ||
| Such splendid purpose in his eyes, | ||
| Who roll’d the psalm to wintry skies, | ||
| Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, | ||
| Who loved, who suffered countless ills, | ||
| Who battled for the True, the Just, | ||
| Be blown about the desert dust, | ||
| Or seal’d within the iron hills?” | ||
—Tennyson.