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I dreamed I stood in a studio

and watched two sculptures there,

The clay they used was a young child's mind,

and they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher; the tools there used

Were books and music and art;

One a parent with a guiding hand,

And a gentle loving heart.

Day after day the teacher toiled,

With touch that was deft and sure,

While the parent labored by the side

and polished and smoothed it o'er.

And when at last their task was done,

they were proud of what they had wrought,

For the things they had molded into the child

Could neither be sold nor bought.

And each agreed they would have failed

If they had worked alone.

For behind the parent stood the school,

And behind the teacher, the home.

Author Unknown