Lower School Community

Lower School Community
Lower School Community

Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Piece of Clay

I took a piece of living clay
     And gently formed it day by day
And moulded with my press and art
     A young child's soft and yeilding heart.

I came again when years were gone,
     It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress wore,
     And I could change it never more.

                                 Anonymous

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