Friday, June 12, 2026

Priests and rills

I thought I had posted about this before, but a search for rill comes up empty, so here it is again. This is an anonymous poem that was anthologized in one of the McGuffey Eclectic Readers:

Run, run, thou tiny rill;
Run, and turn the village mill;
Run, and fill the deep, clear pool
In the woodland's shade so cool,
Where the sheep love best to stray
In the sultry summer day;
Where the wild birds bathe and drink,
And the wild flowers fringe the brink.

Run, run, thou tiny rill,
Round the rocks, and down the hill;
Sing to every child like me;
The birds will join you, full of glee:
And we will listen to the song
You sing, your rippling course along.

One of my younger siblings (I don't remember which), reading this, didn't understand the key word and asked what a rill was. Whatever the answer, he or she somehow misheard it as "a clergyman." Thus this became a poem about a tiny clergyman running round the rocks and down the hill, in search of straying sheep. This singing rill also became associated with the singing clergyman played by Bing Crosby in the 1944 film Going My Way. We had never seen this movie but thought the poster was amusing. At one point, someone made a handmade Going My Way poster that advertised the film as "positively packed with clergymen!" (Clergyman is one of those inherently funny words.)


Wade has recently been suggesting that I'm going to take on some kind of priestly role. This has mostly been in connection with Levites, but the original comment, on "Levitation, October 3, Ed Sullivan, and that scene in Communion," was this:

Your use of "cleromancy" intrigues me. It has such affinity with the word "cleric" that it could almost mean "divination by a cleric". And aren't you a sort of cleric?

Cleromancy is quite similar to clergyman, and here Wade linked the word to the synonym cleric (an Islamic or D&D word not nearly as inherently funny as clergyman), which brought the poem about the singing rill back to mind. Subsequent comments by Wade twice used the phrase "cleric or priest," singling out a particular sort of clergyman.

To virtually no one else on earth does the word rill have any connection with priests or clergymen, so I thought it was quite a coincidence to run into this in my reading today -- from Dion Fortune's The Sea Priestess, as quoted by Wendy Berg in Red Tree, White Tree (ellipsis in Berg):

Now the Priest of the Moon ... had seen that the seership had fallen on evil days, and had gone back, as men must, to an older and purer faith, tracing the river to the rill till he came to the pure source

1 comment:

Wade McKenzie said...

William's reference to "rill" reminded me of a poem that prefaces Ricardo Pinto's "The Chosen", an interesting fantasy novel. It uses "rill" as a verb, and that has always stuck in my memory. The following is an excerpt therefrom:

Quench the burning air
Rill and pool your dusts

Anyway, I have it on excellent authority that "rill" in Adûnaic is "siril", and a proper name variant is "Sirildûr", meaning "servant of the rill" or "rill-lover". Maybe one day William will be "The High Rill of" whatever.

I'm pressed for time again, but I suppose I ought to try and say a bit more about my characterization of William as a priest, as well as my interjection of a few Adûnaic words along the way (or "AdûnAIc", as William would have it). The latter has to do with this contentious idea that William is the incarnation of Ar-Pharazôn, et al. It's an Adûnaic expression, so I just thought I'd join in the fun.

What's more, concerning the Ar-Pharazôn business, my advancement of the idea that William is a "cleric or priest" is partly a bid to supply an alternative portrayal of his life's mission, and partly just an imaginative depiction of what I already see happening via the blog.

I do think that William's activity as recorded in The Narrow Desert bears comparison with, shall we say, a "priestly" vocation. A priest is one who has an uncommon knowledge of spiritual things, and is at the same time compassionate toward others. I think William qualifies on both counts. This blog, in great part, is the record of an intense spiritual quest that William has undergone for years and years; we have every anticipation that it's going to go on and on. And William is clearly a compassionate man. Whether it's stray cats or stray spiders, or the persons who congregate at his blog, William cares. And he's seen the white hart-- so who knows what's coming?

There you have it-- a brief account of why I liken William Fortunesson to a cleric or priest. Now I must be off to dismal labor.

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