by: Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774)
home had Parson Gray,
- Secluded in a vale;
- His daughters all were feminine,
- And all his sons were male.
- How faithfully did Parson Gray
- The bread of life dispense--
- Well "posted" in theology,
- And post and rail his fence.
- 'Gainst all the vices of the age
- He manfully did battle;
- His chickens were a biped breed,
- And quadruped his cattle.
- No clock more punctually went,
- He ne'er delayed a minute--
- Nor ever empty was his purse,
- When he had money in it.
- His piety was ne'er denied;
- His truths hit saint and sinner;
- At morn he always breakfasted;
- He always dined at dinner.
- He ne'er by any luck was grieved,
- By any care perplexed--
- No filcher he, though when he preached,
- He always "took" a text.
- As faithful characters he drew
- As mortal ever saw;
- But ah! poor parson! when he died,
- His breath he could not draw!
POEMS BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH
"Parson Gray" is reprinted
from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915.