This poem gives me pause to think of the value of motherhood, it's rewards and joys. I thought I would share it with you today and say 'blessings on you that are mothers, wives, daughters, and friends.'
The Hand that Rocks the Cradle, is the Hand that Rules the WorldBlessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your missionHere upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
William Ross Wallace ~ 1865
2 comments:
That's a cool poem. Everytime I think of Hand that rocks the cradle though, I think of the movie. *shiver*
Rita, what an encouraging poem, and what a good reminder when the kiddos drive you crazy.
Hope you're doing all right. It's been a chaotic spring, but I hope better for you!
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