The Village Preacher

The Village Preacher

by Oliver Goldsmith
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed,
The reverend champion stood. At his control
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul;
Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise,
And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
At church, with meek and unaffected grace,
His looks adorned the venerable place;
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
The service past, around the pious man,
With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran;
Even children followed with endearing wile,
And plucked his gown to share the good man's smile.
His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed —
Their welfare pleased him, and their cares distressed.
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given,
But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.   ~


My friend was saying some things about this poem that I really liked.  clouds are an analogy for the emotions
he always in bliss no matter what the world is doing.....he has empathy though never lets becomes a slave to emotions hence keeps his bliss, happiness
 

Comments

Jan said…
Hello Linda, I have also been missing from Blogger, and just looked through my posts, and found that you were the first person to comment way back in 2010.

Hope all well.
Love,
Jan
Linda said…
Thank you so much for commenting Jan. I think about you often. I was doing some work on my blog and as you can see tired and deleted my sidebar items and background by mistake which is sad. Hopefully I will be able to put some things back. It didn't encourage me to post making that mistake lol which was my intention I think. I don't think the new way blogger works I got used to properly lol

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