The Hand that Rocks the Cradle 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.

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One Response to The Hand that Rocks the Cradle by William Ross Wallace (1819-1881)

  1. Muhammad Fahim says:

    I love this poem from my childhood. When it was tought to us in Matric. Whats dream lys in it I dn’t know bt thrz sm thng tht fill d heart wd rspct luv and gratitude of woman n the most beautiful relation innate in hr by the creature the MotherHood.

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