Reply: I by Ronald Ross

This day relenting God
Hath placed within my hand
A wondrous thing; and God
Be praised. At His command,

Seeking His secret deeds
With tears and toiling breath,
I find thy cunning seeds,
O million-murdering Death.

I know this little thing
A myriad men will save.
O Death, where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O Grave?

    August 21, 1897*

*Ronald Ross received the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 1902 for his work in discovering the mosquito parasite responsible for the transmission of malaria. He wrote this poem the day after he discovered the parasite.

From: Ross, Ronald, Philosophies, 1923, John Murray: London, p. 53.
(https://www.gutenberg.org/files/54870/54870-h/54870-h.htm#man)

Date: 1897

By: Ronald Ross (1857-1932)

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