By William Ross Wallace (1819-1881)
Blessings 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 mission
Here 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.
"He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the LORD" ~~Psalm 113:9
Loved this post sister! Yep, this is ever so true. As women we truly set the tone in our homes...and the world!
ReplyDeleteGod bless and have a glorious day sweetie!!!
Kim, what a beautiful post! Lovely poem and pictures. Thank for this sweet reminder of the blessing and holy honour of motherhood.. blessings..Trish
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I remember being so exhausted after Amy was born and laying in bed while my hand was on her cradle rocking her. and later rocking her while sitting in my favorite rocking chair. I would love to have a little one to rock...my baby is 14 and about 6 inches taller than me!
ReplyDeleteWow that was great!I love the pictures that go along with the poem.
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