No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.
~ Edwin Hubbell Chapin
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
~ Anne Taylor