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Mrs. Gothmann |
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Daily Schedule
and General Information
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
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 his side
And
polished and smoothed it o'er.
And
when at last their task was done
They
were proud of what they'd wrought.
For
the things they'd molded into the child
Could
neither be sold nor bought.
And
each agreed he would have failed
If he
has worked alone.
For
behind the parent stood the school
And
behind the teacher, the home.
Author
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