William Ross Wallace

“ 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. ”

“ For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world. ”

“ Is the hand that rules the world. ”