By Edith E. Anderson
“I am only a visiting teacher,” she said,
As I asked of the calling she had:
“Only a teacher,” I answered and thought
What cause she had to be glad.
Only a teacher, through sunshine and storm,
Making her rounds of cheer
To the sick and the lonely, the burdened and sad,
Bringing the comforter near.
The true and the faithful, encouraging on;
Allaying fair childhood’s alarms,
The weak and the wayward, the careless and proud,
Enfolding in charity’s arms.
What calling more potent could anyone have?
The Master has said in His call
That those in His kingdom who would be great
Must freely give service to all.