THE BUILDERS

STELLA E. SAXTON

Just a little game of life, dear—
The children building houses out of toys—
Block towers rise,
'Most to the skies,
And then they fall—oh, sorry little girls and boys!

With the fleeting years the game goes on,
And grown-up children, careless, blithe, and gay,
Build castles in the air,
And call them fair,
And see them tumble, even as the house of play.

Dear children, raise the walls again!
Nor choose thin air nor shifting sands to build upon.
But seek the rock,
Where wind nor shock
Can cast thee down—fair Truth—'tis safe to rest
thereon.