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    From a Railway Carriage describes the scenery rushing by from inside a moving train, with glimpses of people, places and things flashing into view and disappearing just as quickly. A Nation's Strength emphasizes that it is people, not gold or other resources, who make a nation great through their courage and hard work. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World praises mothers and their crucial role in shaping the next generation, saying the maternal influence is what ultimately guides the world.

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    From a Railway Carriage describes the scenery rushing by from inside a moving train, with glimpses of people, places and things flashing into view and disappearing just as quickly. A Nation's Strength emphasizes that it is people, not gold or other resources, who make a nation great through their courage and hard work. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World praises mothers and their crucial role in shaping the next generation, saying the maternal influence is what ultimately guides the world.

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    From a Railway Carriage describes the scenery rushing by from inside a moving train, with glimpses of people, places and things flashing into view and disappearing just as quickly. A Nation's Strength emphasizes that it is people, not gold or other resources, who make a nation great through their courage and hard work. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World praises mothers and their crucial role in shaping the next generation, saying the maternal influence is what ultimately guides the world.

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    From A Railway Carriage

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    From a Railway Carriage describes the scenery rushing by from inside a moving train, with glimpses of people, places and things flashing into view and disappearing just as quickly. A Nation's Strength emphasizes that it is people, not gold or other resources, who make a nation great through their courage and hard work. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World praises mothers and their crucial role in shaping the next generation, saying the maternal influence is what ultimately guides the world.

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    From a Railway Carriage 1.

    Faster than fairies, Faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle 2. All of the sights of the hill and plain Fly as the thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. 3. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles; All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is green for stringing the daisies. 4. Here is a cart run away in the road, Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill and there is a river; Each a glimpse and gone forever!

    A Nations Strength 1. Not gold, but only men can make, A people great and strong, Men who for truth and honours sake, Stand fast and suffer long. 2. Brave men who work while others sleep, Who dare while other fly They build a nations pillars deep, And lift them to the sky. Beautiful Hands 1. Such beautiful, beautiful hands, Theyre neither white nor small; And you, I know would scarcely think That they were fair at all. Ive looked on hands whose from and hue. A sculptors dream might be, Yet are these aged wrinkled hands Most beautiful to me. 2. Such beautiful, beautiful hands! Though heart were weary and sad.

    These patient hands kept toiling on I almost weep when looking back: To child hoods distant day! I think how these hands rested not. When mine were at their play. 3. Such beautiful, beautiful hands! Theyre growing feeble now, And time and pain have left their mark. On hand, and heart and brow, Alas! Alas! The nearing time. And the sad, sad day to me, When Neath the dailies out of sight, These hands must folded be. 4. But oh! Beyond the shadowy lands, Where all is bright and fair. I know full well these dear old hands Will palms of victory bear? When crystal streams, through endless years, Flow over golden sands, And where the old are young again. Ill clasp my mothers hands. Speak Gently 1. Speak gently; it is better far To rule by love than fear. Speak gently; Let no harsh word mar The good we may do here. 2. Speak gently to the little child; Its love is sure to gain; Teach it in accent soft and mild, It may not long remain. 3. Speak gently to the added one; Grieve not the careworn heart; Whose sands of life are nearly run? Let such in peace depart. 4. Speak gently, its a little thing Dropped in the hearts deep well; The good, the joy that it may bring Eternity shall tell.

    The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Is the Hand That Rules the World 1. Blessing on the hand of women! Angels guard its strength and grace, In the palace, cottage, hovel, Oh, on, matter where the place; Would that never storms assailed it, Rainbow ever gently curled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. 2. Infancys the tender fountain, Power may with beauty flow, Mothers first to guide the streamlets, From them souls un-resting grow. 3. Woman, how divine your mission Here upon our natal sad! Keep, oh, keep the young heart open Always to the breath of God! All true trophies of the ages Are from mothers love impearled; For the hand that rocks the cradle Is that hand that rules the world. 4. Blessing on the hand of woman! Fathers, sons and daughters cry, And the sacred song is mingled With the worship in the sky Mingles where no tempest darkness. Rainbows ever more are hurled For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.

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