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Sunday, May 09, 2010

The hand that rocks the cradle

Last stanza of the poem by William Ross Wallace:

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.



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