A teacher built infinite care
planning each arch with patience
laying each stone with a prayer
none praised her unceasing efforts
none knew her wondrous plan
for the temple the teacher built
was unseen by the eyes of man
Gone is the builder's temple
crumbled into dust
low lies the stately pillar
food for consuming rust.
but the temple the teacher built
will last while ages roll
for that beautiful unseen temple
Is a child's immortal soul.