A Builder builded a temple,
He wrought it with grace and skill
Pillars and groins and arches
All fashioned to work his will.
Men said, as they saw its beauty,
It shall never know decay
Great is thy skill O Builder!
Thy fame shall endure for aye.
A Teacher builded a temple
With loving and infinite care,
Planning each arch with patience,
Laying each stone with a prayer.
None praised her unceasing efforts,
None knew of her wonderous plan,
For the temple the teacher builded
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 builded
Will last while the ages roll,
For that beautiful unseen temple
Was a child's immortal soul.
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