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Adventures in Contentment
·
David Grayson
79
So
that
great
morning
went
away.
I
heard
nothing
of
singing
or
sermon
and
came
not
to
myself
until
my
mother,
touching
my
arm,
asked
me
if
I
had
been
asleep!
And
I
smiled
and
thought
how
little
grown
people
knew--and
I
looked
up
at
the
sad
sick
face
of
the
old
preacher
with
a
new
interest
and
friendliness.
I
felt,
somehow,
that
he
too
was
a
familiar
of
my
secret
valley.
I
should
have
liked
to
ask
him,
but
I
did
not
dare.
So
I
followed
my
mother
when
she
went
to
speak
to
him,
and
when
he
did
not
see,
I
touched
his
coat.
After
that
how
I
watched
when
he
came
to
the
reading.
And
one
great
Sunday,
he
chose
a
chapter
from
Ecclesiastes,
the
one
that
begins
sonorously:
"Remember
now
thy
creator
in
the
days
of
thy
youth."
Surely
that
gaunt
preacher
had
the
true
fire
in
his
gray
soul.
How
his
voice
dwelt
and
quivered
and
softened
upon
the
words!
"While
the
sun,
or
the
light,
or
the
moon,
or
the
stars,
be
not
darkened,
nor
the
clouds
return
after
the
rain----"
Thus
he
brought
in
the
universe
to
that
small
church
and
filled
the
heart
of
a
boy.
"In
the
days
when
the
keepers
of
the
house
shall
tremble,
and
the
strong
men
shall
bow
themselves,
and
the
grinders
cease
because
they
are
few,
and
those
that
look
out
of
the
windows
be
darkened."
"And
the
doors
shall
be
shut
in
the
streets,
when
the
sound
of
the
grinding
is
low,
and
he
shall
rise
up
at
the
voice
of
the
bird
and
all
the
daughters
of
music
shall
be
brought
low."
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