For her no trumpets sound;
A quiet corner holds her little flock;
And in that curtained classroom she is found
Sunday by Sunday, faithful as the clock.
Encouraged by her smile,
Each child, responsive blossoms like a rose;
And thoughtful words, out-spoken, free from guile,
Show how the young mind now in wisdom grows.

They’re children yet,

they’re troublesome at times and hard to please;
But in the midst of men our Master set
For all to see, a child like one of these.
The pattern for us all,
In simple faith, in open-hearted love,
“Of such is Heaven’s kingdom,”

So we prove the teacher’s work is neither mean nor small.

By her own life she throws
a light upon the lessons they are taught;
And wise her gentle counsel;
for she knows experience is often dearly bought.

So little done today!
But in the harvest years that are to be,
How many a grateful, loving heart will say,
“You did so much for me”.
The Shepherd of the sheep,
who loves these lambs and treasures every one.
To those who guide them on life’s pathway steep,
shall He not say, “Well done?”
~Author Unknown