In this, 0 Nature, yield, I pray, to me. I pace and pace, and think and think, and take The fever'd hands, and note down all I see, That some dim distant light may haply break. The painful faces ask, can we not cure? We answer, No, not yet; we seek the laws. O God, reveal thro' all this thing obscure The unseen, small, but million-murdering cause.


Quoted in Richard Arman Gregory, Discovery, Or, The Spirit and Service of Science, Chapter VIII (p. 226)

Ronald Ross Quotes

In this, 0 Nature, yield, I pray, to me. I pace and pace, and think and think, and take The fever'd hands, and note down all I see, That some dim...

In this, 0 Nature, yield, I pray, to me. I pace and pace, and think and think, and take The fever'd hands, and note down all I see, That some dim...

In this, 0 Nature, yield, I pray, to me. I pace and pace, and think and think, and take The fever'd hands, and note down all I see, That some dim...

In this, 0 Nature, yield, I pray, to me. I pace and pace, and think and think, and take The fever'd hands, and note down all I see, That some dim...