UNITY
I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a young child's mind
and they fashioned it with care.
 One was a teacher --the tools he used were books,
and music and art;
 One was a parent with a guiding hand and a gentle loving heart.
And when at last their work was done, they were proud of what they had wrought; For the things they had worked into the child could never be sold or bought.
And each agreed she would have failed if she had worked alone --
 For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home.
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