THE TEACHER
“Sail your argosies far and near, Build a highway and harvest a fen, Raise your derricks and rig your gear, But I make n^en. “Toil at the loom, the bench, the mart, Wield your hammer, or write with a pen, Mine is to fashion the human heart— For I make men. “Of babies born and of cradled joys. Of lads that look with a wakening ken, Of God’s own infinite files of boys, Do I make men. “When as a scroll the land and sea Pass, and the books be opened, then God in mercy be kind to me, For I made men.” —C... S. Holder.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 379, 13 June 1928, Page 6
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108THE TEACHER Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 379, 13 June 1928, Page 6
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