Smile for Today ~

Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.

In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn

And the first fall of the snow.

For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?

Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) American poet.

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