BRAVEST BATTLE FOUGHT IN WORLD.
“The bravest battle that ever was fought,Shall I tell you where and when?On the maps of the world you’ll find it not—’Twas fought by the mothers of men.“Nay, not with cannon or battle shot.With sword or nobler pen.Nay, not with eloquent word or thought,From mouths of wonderful men.“But deep in a walled up woman’s heart—Of woman that would not yield,But bravely, silently bore her part—Lo, there is the battlefield.“No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,No banner to gleam and wave;But oh! these battles, they last so long—From babyhood to the grave.”
“The bravest battle that ever was fought,Shall I tell you where and when?On the maps of the world you’ll find it not—’Twas fought by the mothers of men.“Nay, not with cannon or battle shot.With sword or nobler pen.Nay, not with eloquent word or thought,From mouths of wonderful men.“But deep in a walled up woman’s heart—Of woman that would not yield,But bravely, silently bore her part—Lo, there is the battlefield.“No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,No banner to gleam and wave;But oh! these battles, they last so long—From babyhood to the grave.”
“The bravest battle that ever was fought,Shall I tell you where and when?On the maps of the world you’ll find it not—’Twas fought by the mothers of men.
“The bravest battle that ever was fought,
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you’ll find it not—
’Twas fought by the mothers of men.
“Nay, not with cannon or battle shot.With sword or nobler pen.Nay, not with eloquent word or thought,From mouths of wonderful men.
“Nay, not with cannon or battle shot.
With sword or nobler pen.
Nay, not with eloquent word or thought,
From mouths of wonderful men.
“But deep in a walled up woman’s heart—Of woman that would not yield,But bravely, silently bore her part—Lo, there is the battlefield.
“But deep in a walled up woman’s heart—
Of woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part—
Lo, there is the battlefield.
“No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,No banner to gleam and wave;But oh! these battles, they last so long—From babyhood to the grave.”
“No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! these battles, they last so long—
From babyhood to the grave.”
“There is a mighty power in a mother’s kiss—inspiration, courage, hope, ambition. One kiss made Benjamin West a painter, and the memory of it clung to him through life. One kiss will drive away the fear in the dark and make the little one brave. It will give strength where there is weakness.”