The Teachers

I went to school with the tutor, Law,
A master severe and grim,
Who taught by the pain of the biting cane –
Yet I learned little of him.

I go to the school with the teacher, Love,
And my lightened eyes can see,
What the pain and the tears of the driven years
Could never reveal to me.

~C. V. Pilcher~

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