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FILMUL SE TERMINA CU UN CITAT SUPERB-THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD.-MINA CARE LEAGANA PATUTUL COPILULUI, ESTE MINA CE STAPINESTE LUMEA
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FILMUL SE TERMINA CU UN CITAT SUPERB-THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD.-MINA CARE LEAGANA PATUTUL COPILULUI, ESTE MINA CE STAPINESTE LUMEA
SI POEZIA DIN CARE E CITATUL:
William Ross Wallace (1819-1881)
cybershamans (karmapolice) / CC BY-NC-ND 3.0
THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS
THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD.
THE HAND THAT RULES 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.
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,
Mothers 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.
Power may with beauty flow,
Mothers 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.
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.
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.
cybershamans (karmapolice) / CC BY-NC-ND 3.0
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