He came to my desk with a quivering lip,
the lesson was done.
“Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher?
I’ve spoiled this one.”
I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted
and gave him a new one all unspotted.
And into his tired heart I cried,
“Do better now, my child.”
I went to the throne with a trembling heart;
the day was done.
“Have you a new day for me, dear Master?
I’ve spoiled this one.”
He took my day, all soiled and blotted
and gave me a new one all unspotted.
And into my tired heart he cried,
“Do better now, my child.”
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I’m not sure who wrote this. If you know, let me know.











February 10, 2011 at 1:30 pm
I believe it was Malcom Muggeridge… I have been looking all over for the poem. Thanks.
February 19, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Thanks for the heads up Ian. I’m been trying to find a specific source to pin this on. I can’t find definitely if this was Muggeridge or not — though it wouldn’t surprise me if it was.