Our heart's where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith, and our hope, and our honour We pledge to our native soil!
rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Instead of rocking the cradle, they rocked the system.
Thou Royal River, born of sun and shower In chambers purple with the Alpine glow, Wrapped in the spotless ermine of the snow And rocked by tempests!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow