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 Mother builded 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 the

Mother builded

Was unseen by the eyes

of man.

Gone is the Builder's temple,

crumbled into the dust;

Low lies each

stately pillar,

Food for consuming rust...

But the temple the

Mother builded

Will last while the ages roll,

For the beautiful unseen

temple,

Was a child 's

immortal soul.