_The builder of the future
Is not the trader keen,
The driver of the turbine,
Nor any swift machine;
Not he who rides in triumph
Through the admiring town,
Fawning for public praises
And seeking for renown.
The builder of the future
Sits not upon a throne.
He toils among the shadows,
His struggles oft unknown.
He is the one who kindles
And keeps the fires of truth,
The teacher who is molding
The plastic heart of youth_.