In the halls of Reims where echoes sound,
A saint was born, his purpose found,
Jean-Baptiste de La Salle, his name did ring,
Bearing knowledge’s light, a song to sing.
Educator divine, a vision so grand,
A teacher’s touch, a guiding hand,
Children of the cobblers, of the bakers,
In his heart, he made no forsakers.
In the classroom’s hush, in the book’s rustle,
Stirred the spirit of de La Salle’s hustle,
He who saw potential in every face,
In every child, a spark to embrace.
A nobleman by birth, yet humble in service,
From his path of duty, he’d never swerve this,
For in each young mind, he saw a bright star,
His mission, to guide them, near and far.
Bearing lessons, not just of scripture,
But of life, of world – a complete picture,
In the heart of France, he lit a flame,
A legacy enduring, beyond mere fame.
In the Lasallian spirit, we see his trace,
Echoes of his wisdom, time can’t efface,
Through trials and tribulations, he stood tall,
Saint Jean Baptiste de La Salle.
His life, a poem, penned in golden ink,
A beacon for lost ships on the brink,
In every classroom’s chant, in every learning hall,
Resonates the echo of de La Salle.