The Builder

A builder built a temple,
He wrought with grace and skill;
Foundation, pillars, arches,
All fashioned to work his will.

 Men said, as they saw its beauty, 
"Magnificent it is, my friend, 
Great is thy skill, O builder-- 
Thy fame shall never end!" 

A teacher built a temple 
With loving and infinite care, 
Planning each arch with patience, 
Laying each stone with prayer. 

None praised her unceasing efforts, 
None knew of her wondrous plan, 
For the temple she was building 
Was unseen by the eyes of man. 

Gone is the builder's temple, 
Crumpled into the dust; 
Low lies each stately pillar, 
Food for consuming rust. 

But the temple the teacher fashioned 
Will last while the ages roll, 
For that beautiful, unseen temple 
Was a child's immortal soul.

                                                                                           author unknown


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