IT was not granted to her she should lead A mighty cause or grace a learned throng, The humbler task was hers; she lived among Her children and she taught them to succeed To her inheritance of faith and deed. And what she wrought, unwitting of all wrong, Unwitting of her worth, she let belong To others, and to others left the meed. The tower to its eminence on high Would not have risen at the author's will Alone; those who builded it may die, The name of the designer never will. So those whose fame and work no records hold Inspire the deeds that live for time untold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLA PAULINE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH |