Living Clay [ author unknown]
I took a piece of living clay
and gently formed it day by day,
and molded with my power and art
a young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years had done;
It was the man I worked upon;
He still that early impress bore,
and I could never change him nevermore.
and gently formed it day by day,
and molded with my power and art
a young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years had done;
It was the man I worked upon;
He still that early impress bore,
and I could never change him nevermore.
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