Blessings on the hand of women! <br />Angels guard its strength and grace, <br />In the palace, cottage, hovel, <br />Oh, no matter where the place; <br />Would that never storms assailed it, <br />Rainbows ever gently curled; <br />For the hand that rocks the cradle <br />Is the hand that rules the world. <br /> <br />Infancy's the tender fountain, <br />Power may with beauty flow, <br />Mother's first to guide the streamlets, <br />From them souls unresting grow- <br />Grow on for the good or evil, <br />Sunshine streamed or evil hurled; <br />For the hand that rocks the cradle <br />Is the hand that rules the world. <br /> <br />Woman, how divine your mission <br />Here upon our natal sod! <br />Keep, oh, keep the young heart open <br />Always to the breath of God! <br />All true trophies of the ages <br />Are from mother-love impearled; <br />For the hand that rocks the cradle <br />Is the hand that rules the world. <br /> <br />Blessings on the hand of women! <br />Fathers, sons, and daughters cry, <br />And the sacred song is mingled <br />With the worship in the sky- <br />Mingles where no tempest darkens, <br />Rainbows evermore are hurled; <br />For the hand that rocks the cradle <br />Is the hand that rules the world.<br /><br />William Ross Wallace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hand-that-rocks-the-cradle-is-the-hand-that-rules-the-world/
