Mother Galaxy

The Hand that rocks the Cradle
Is 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. 

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. 

--William Ross Wallace