I think it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of mothers shall be visited on their children, as well as the sins of the fathers. --Dickens. The bravest battle that ever was 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 sword or braver pen, Nay, not with eloquent word or thought, From mouths of wonderful men; But deep in a woman's walled-up heart, Of woman that would not yield, But patiently, silently bore her part, Lo, there is that battlefield. No marshaling troops, no bivouac song; No banner to gleam and wave; But, those battles, they last so long, From babyhood to the grave! Yet faithful still as a bridge of stars, She fights in her walled-up town Fights on and on in the endless wars, Then silent, unseen, goes down.
- by Joaquin Miller (1837 - 1913), "Mothers of men", from Joaquin Miller's Poems, Volume 1, first published 1909 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Juanita Miller , "Mothers of men", published 1935 [voice and piano], from Seven songs [text not verified]
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