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The Molded Clay

I took a piece of plastic clay and idly fashioned it one day.

And as my fingers pressed it
, still it moved and yielded to my will.

I came again when days were past:  The bit of clay was hard at last.
The form I gave it still it bore, and I could fashion it no more!

I took a piece of living clay, and gently pressed it day by day,
and molded with my power and art a young child's soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years had gone:  It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore, and I could fashion it no more!

-- Author Unknown --


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