A father’s highest vision,
A mother’s fondest prayer
Are centered in the future
Of that wee fellow there.
They roused him from his slumber,
And dressed him in his best.
They sent him out, and trusted
That you would do the rest.
The weary planet needs him,
And patiently will wait
For him to bring his service
Down to the future’s gate.
He is the hope it treasures.
It wants him strong and true.
It sends him to your classroom,
And leaves the rest to you.