Quote, January 30, 2011

ejmoore510(7)January 30, 2011

ALL the bells of heaven may ring,

All the birds of heaven may sing,

All the wells on earth may spring,

All the winds on earth may bring

All sweet sounds together---

Sweeter far than all things heard,

Hand of harper, tone of bird,

Sound of woods at sundawn stirred,

Welling water's winsome word,

Wind in warm wan weather,

One thing yet there is, that none

Hearing ere its chime be done

Knows not well the sweetest one

Heard of man beneath the sun,

Hoped in heaven hereafter;

Soft and strong and loud and light,

Very sound of very light

Heard from morning's rosiest height,

When the soul of all delight

Fills a child's clear laughter.

Golden bells of welcome rolled

Never forth such notes, nor told

Hours so blithe in tones so bold,

As the radiant mouth of gold

Here that rings forth heaven.

If the golden-crested wren

Were a nightingale---why, then,

Something seen and heard of men

Might be half as sweet as when

Laughs a child of seven.

A Child's Laughter by Algernon Charles Swinburne

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I love this poem.

Here is a link that might be useful: laughing,laughing,laughing,laughing

    Bookmark   January 30, 2011 at 10:27AM
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I was not familiar with this poem, but I am now and I like it. I spent yesterday evening at my g'son's first birthday party and it was an exercise in pure joy for me. There is no other sound so happy than a child's laughter.

    Bookmark   January 30, 2011 at 12:53PM
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Thank E.J. always look forward to your poems on the quotes. This is a good one.

    Bookmark   January 30, 2011 at 3:04PM
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EJ...Love that poem!
mwoods, thanks for that site, that is just too much! I've seen those four babies before but that is so hilarious !

    Bookmark   January 30, 2011 at 4:09PM
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Thanks EJ Steve in frigid Baltimore County

    Bookmark   January 30, 2011 at 4:43PM
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Did not know the poem either, but love it. Last summer one of my neighbors had little visitors, about 3 and 5 years old. I could not see them in the yard, but they laughed so happily that I had to laugh too, even if I did not know what it was about.

    Bookmark   January 30, 2011 at 6:46PM
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