WHO shapes a mind doth shape the years
That are to be, the joys and tears
Of those unborn. He lays his hand
Upon the future of the land
And turns by thought’s resistless force
The stream of hist’ry in its course.
Who shapes a life, its hopes, its worth,
Doth shape the future of the earth.
His is a sculptor hand, to mold
The periods as they unfold.
His hand is laid upon the rod
That speeds the purposes of God.