They say that man is mighty. 
He governs land and sea,
He wields a mighty scepter
O’er lesser powers that be;
But a mightier power and stronger
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
What Rules the World.  W.R.  WALLACE.

  Who ran to help me when I fell,
  And would some pretty story tell,
  Or kiss the place to make it well? 
    My mother.
My Mother.  JANE TAYLOR.

                              Happy he
  With such a mother! faith in womankind
  Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
  Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
  He shall not blind his soul with clay.
The Princess, Canto VII.  A. TENNYSON.

  A mother is a mother still,
  The holiest thing alive.
The Three Graces.  S.T.  COLERIDGE.

MOUNTAIN.

  Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
  One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice.
Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland.  W. WORDSWORTH.

  Who first beholds those everlasting clouds,
  Seedtime and harvest, morning, noon, and night,
  Still where they were, steadfast, immovable;
  Who first beholds the Alps—­that mighty chain

  Of mountains, stretching on from east to west,
  So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal,
  As to belong rather to heaven than earth—­
  But instantly receives into his soul
  A sense, a feeling that he loses not,
  A something that informs him ’tis a moment
  Whence he may date henceforward and forever!
Italy.  S. ROGERS.

  The avalanche—­the thunderbolt of snow!—­
  All that expands the spirit, yet appalls,
  Gather around these summits, as to show
  How earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Childe Harold, Canto III.  LORD BYRON.

                Mountains interposed
  Make enemies of nations, who had else
  Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
The Task, Bk.  II.  W. COWPER.

Over the hills and far away. The Beggar’s Opera, Act i.  Sc. 1.  J. GAY.

  Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
    They crowned him long ago
  On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
    With a diadem of snow.
Manfred, Act i.  Sc. 1.  LORD BYRON.

MOURNING.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. Mirza.  R. BARON.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. Night Thoughts, Night II.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
  For thee the tear be duly shed;
  Beloved till life can charm no more,
  And mourned till Pity’s self be dead.
Dirge in Cymbeline.  W. COLLINS.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,—­not dead, but gone before,—­
He gathers round him.
Human Life.  S. ROGERS.