Tuesday, March 1, 2011

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.  

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