TWO CREATIONS
A builder built 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, Crumpled into the
dust; Low lies each stately pillar, Food for consuming rust. But the templethe
mother builded Will last while the ages roll, For that beautiful unseen temple Was
a child’s immortal soul.-Hattie Vose Hall
