Poem – Anonymous – Heard on RZIM

He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done.
“Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher? I’ve spoiled this one.”
I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted, and gave him a new one all unspotted.
And into his tired heart I cried, “Do better now, my child.”

I went came to the throne with a trembling heart; the day was done.
“Have you a new day for me, dear Master? I’ve spoiled this one.”
He took my day, all soiled and blotted, and gave me a new one all unspotted.
And into my tired heart he cried, “Do better now, my child.”