Once let us feel the trust a child bestows
Upon the guardian of its life, each day
Would set serenely on our troubled souls!
To help but one of these, or bring again
To lip and eye the smile so full of peace,—
Reflection of some tender mother’s love,—

Ah, such were service, that, in future years,
Shall shine upon our devious pathway, as
The evening star lights up the western sky!
O ye who labor for the children’s sake,—
Setting these jewels for immortal life,—
The “Well-done!” of the Master shall be yours!