For Aspiring Teachers ... Dare not enter, if you love not teaching, For the way is steep and rugged is the road. Thorns and thistles strew the path; but Fragrant blossoms bloom between To cheer you on! Here, no trumpets sound, no chariots wait, No golden decorations are decreed - but Yours is the joy of moulding our youth, O rousing the indolent, cheering the plodder, Steadying the unstable, encouraging the eager. Wealth and fame as the world knows them Lie not this way - but Yours is the thrill of conquest; Victory over ignorance and superstition Twin enemies of a nations progress. Dark is the night and dreary the day; Obstacles beset you all the way - but Yours is the pride of kindling the fires That in later years shall banish Darkness forever from our land. This is your reward!
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 06:55:00 +0000
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