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They say man rules the universe,
That subject shore and main
Kneel down and bless the empery
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They say man rules the universe,
That subject shore and main
Kneel down and bless the empery
Of his majestic reign;
But a sovereign, gentler, mightier,
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
We know that birth takes a woman from one place in her life to another. The birth of a child read more
We know that birth takes a woman from one place in her life to another. The birth of a child certainly does change her viewpoint of herself and I believe her viewpoint of the world.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, read more
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy read more
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel,
until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a read more
The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel,
until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants, but when read more
The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants, but when she resolutely holds him to the highest standards and is content with nothing less than his best.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the read more
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well/
My mother.
