“It is all, all a simple shepherd psalm,” he began. “See how it runs through the round of shepherd life from first word to last.”
With softly modulated voice that had the rhythm of music and the hush of veneration in it, he quoted:
“ The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. ”
“There is the opening strain of its music; in that chord is sounded the keynote which is never lost till the plaintive melody dies away at the song’s end. All that follows is that thought put in varying light.”
I wish it were possible to reproduce here the light in his face and the interchange of tones in his mellow voice as he went on. He talked of how the varied needs of the sheep and the many-sided care of the shepherd are pictured with masterly touch in the short sentences of the psalm.
“Each is distinct and adds something too precious to be merged and lost,” he said.