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THE SHAPERS of
ETERNAL SOULS
J.R. Miller, once wrote:
"Oh, mothers of young children, I bow before you in
reverence. Your work is most holy. You are fashioning
the destinies of immortal souls. The powers folded up in
the little ones that you hushed to sleep in your bosoms
last night, are powers that shall exist forever. You are
preparing them for their immortal destiny and influence.
Be faithful. Take up your sacred burden reverently. Be
sure that your heart is pure and that your life is sweet
and clean."
A POEM for BRAVE MOMMAS
by J.R. Miller
The bravest battle that was ever fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not.
'Twas fought by the MOTHERS OF MEN
Nay, not with cannon or battle shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouths of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman's heart --
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part --
So, there is that battle field!
No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh, these battles -- they last so long,
From babyhood to the grave. |