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 it's beauty,
"It shall never decay
Great is they skill, O builder,
Thy frame 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 the wondrous plan,
For the temple the mother build ed
Was unseen by the eyes of man.
Gone is the builders 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 that beautiful unseen temple
Is her child's immortal soul.