She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.