The Mothers of Men

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 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 , O those battles , they last so long ,
From babyhood to the grave !

Yet faithful still as bridge of stars ,
She fights in her walled-up town
Fights on and on in the endless wars ,
Then silent , unseen , goes down .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless you !!