Tuesday, November 29, 2016
I always knew Bob had more faith in me than I had in myself and for that I am truly grateful. Borrowing here in part from The Village Schoolmaster because words fail me:
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd:
Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault.
The village all declar'd how much he knew;
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too:
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,
And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thund'ring sound
Amazed the gazing rustics rang'd around;
And still they gaz'd and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.
May my dear friend rest peacefully as he was ready to leave. I simply wasn't ready to say goodbye.
