I seek my quiet grave,
Amid the silent halls of Fate,
Where lie in long and shadowy state
The embryos of the things that be
Waiting the hour of destiny.
I hear thy magic voice;
I hear it, and rejoice….
To-morrow: ere the hunter’s horn
Has waked the echoes of the morn….’
Froude at this time was associating a good deal with Blanco White, the Anglicised Spaniard and ex-priest who came to Oriel, aged fifty-one, when Tyler left it, and deeply interested Oriel men with his knowledge of the scholastic philosophy.