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Happiness is a quiet spring

Born of a thought, a poem, song

Or smile. Like waters murmuring

Glad secrets to the swimming throng

Of earth-folk in their floating homes,

With inner joy its music gong

Breathes mellow notes, and low. It roams

To other hearts with gay delight

And gentle tread, like sprites or gnomes

That dance upon the sea at night –

Staccato steps, melodic rhyme –

Or colors playing with sunlight.

Happiness is heart and soul chime,

Throbbing in harmony with time.

Evelyn Coffey