His soul was girded for its task sublime:
To struggle on, through error’s endless maze;
To bear contempt, and poverty, and pain;
To wait for royal favor’s fickle rays;—
To find a world beyond the western main!
III.—Columbus at the University of Pavia.
Here was the manna for his hungry soul;
And here the fount for which he’d thirsted long.
Though yet his years were few, none might control
His mighty yearnings, or his purpose strong.