From A BEATITUDE FOR MOTHERS

Blessed are the mothers of yesterday, for their memories shall be called beautiful and beneficent. They are like flowers growing by sunken gardens and beside still waters and in green fields, for they are like soft winds that blow with peace and love on wistful wings. Blessed are the mothers of today, for they have the keeping of tomorrow in their hands and in their hearts; and the destiny of nations, hearts and homes. Blessed are the mothers of tomorrow, for they have been summoned to a great and heroic hour.

For they shall be called the mothers of men, who shall make miracles of human life. The mothers of tomorrow shall breed a race of giants who handle lightning as a little thing, and make the clouds and thunder obey their wills. Blessed are the mothers of tomorrow. Blessed are the mothers of scientists and statesmen; of laborers and poets; of preachers and prophets; of teachers and dreamers; for dreams and visions and prophecies and the glow and glory of creation is born in the hearts of mothers.

Blessed are the mothers, for they are conservers of the human race. Blessed are the mothers, for they forced the nomadic tribes to settle in a permanent community that the young might be served and saved. Blessed are the mothers, for they taught barbarian ancestors to grow grains and build shelters. Blessed are the mothers of the world, for they have conserved the spiritual things of life for the sake of their children.

Blessed are the mothers of the earth, for they have combined the practical and the spiritual into one workable way of human life. They have darned little stockings, mended little dresses, washed little faces, and have pointed little eyes to the stars, and little souls to eternal things. Blessed are the mothers.