Chapter 26 SIR JOHN HERSCHEL REMEMBERS

True type of all, from his own father's hand

He caught the fire; and, though he carried it far

Into new regions; and, from southern fields

Of yellow lupin, added host on host

To those bright armies which his father knew,

Surely the crowning hour of all his life

Was when, his task accomplished, he returned

A lonely pilgrim to th