Whatever you write on the heart of a child,
No waters can wash it away.
The sands may be shifted when billows are wild
And the efforts of time may decay.
Some stories may perish, some songs be forgot;
But this ingraven record, Time changes it not.
Whatever you write on the heart of a child,
A story of gladness or care
That Heaven has blessed, or that Earth has defiled,
Will linger unchangeably there.
Who writes it has sealed it forever and aye.
He must answer to God on the Great Judgement Day.