For he found in his abasement what he vainly had sought in high estate,
Both mind and body well at ease, though robed in the russet of the lowly.
Once more; a certain priest, happy in his high vocation,
With faith, and hope, and charity, well served his village altar;
As men count riches, he was poor; but great were his treasures in heaven,
And great his joys on earth, for God's sake doing good:
He had few cares and many consolations, one of the welcome everywhere;
The labourer accounted him his friend, and magnates did him honour at their table:
With a large heart and little means he still made many grateful,
And felt as the centre of a circle, of comfort, calmness, and content.