I love it – I love it – the laugh of a child

I love it – I love it – the laugh of a child,

Now rippling and gentle, now merry and wild;

Ringing out on the air with its innocent gush,

Like the trill of a bird in the twilight’s soft hush;

Floating up on the breeze like the tones of a bell,

Or the music that dwells in the heart of a shell:

Oh, the laugh of a child, so wild and so free,

Is the merriest sound in the world for me!

Isabel Athelwood

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