Classic Poem

Here, in his surplice white, the pastor stood,
A holy man, of countenance serene,

Who, mid the quaking earth or fiery flood
Unmoved, in truth's own panoply, had been
A fair example of his own pure creed;
Patient of error, pitiful to need,
Persuasive wisdom in his thoughtful mien,
And in that Teacher's heavenly meekness bless'd,
Who laved his followers' feet, with towel-girded vest.