• Mrs. Farrar's Philosophy
     
     
    Two Sculptors
     
    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 she used
    Were books, music, and art.
    One, a parent who worked 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 her 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 he would have failed
    If he had worked alone,
    the parent and the school,
    The teacher and the home.
     
    Author Unknown