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> Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet,
> When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
> He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
> We are working to completion, working on from then till now.
> Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
> Lacking only certain data, for your adding, as is meet;
> And remember, men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
> And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
> But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
> You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
> What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles?
> What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?
> You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
> But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate;
> Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
> I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.