The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,[kt]

And hiving wisdom with each studious year,

In meditation dwelt—with learning wrought,

And shaped his weapon with an edge severe,

Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer;

The lord of irony,—that master-spell,

Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear[ku] [345]

And doomed him to the zealot's ready Hell,

Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.