The sweet, wild laugh of an innocent child.
There’s the laugh that I love, the balm of tired hearts,
That quiets the fluttering temples of care;
’Tis the soft, soothing laugh from the sweet lips of Love,
And it falls like a blessing that answers prayer.
There’s the sweetest of laughs full of music divine
That gladdens the heart and the throbbing brain;
I would give—oh what would I not, were it mine,
But to hear the sweet laugh of my mother again.