Post by Dorothyl on May 10, 2009 7:35:44 GMT -5
Today, 95 years ago, U.S. Pres. Woodrow Wilson signed into law the observance of Mother's Day every second Sunday of May. Today, it is not only the U.S. but other countries, as well, that make the second Sunday of May as a red-letter day for the mothers. What we are now, we owe a great part to our mothers.
"The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World" is a very popular phrase attributed to our mothers. The same is also the title of a poem written by William Ross Wallace which was first published in 1865 under the title "What Rules The World." It praises motherhood as the force which can change the world.
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 un-resting 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 imperiled;
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 even more are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
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 un-resting 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 imperiled;
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 even more are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.