“Written in Early Spring” by William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

  I HEARD a thousand blended notes   While in a grove I sate reclined,  In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts  Bring sad thoughts to the mind.  To her fair works did Nature link  The human soul that through me ran;  And much it grieved my heart to think  What Man has made of Man.  Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,  The periwinkle trail’d its wreaths;  And ’tis my faith that every flower  Enjoys the air it breathes.  The birds around me hopp’d and play’d,  Their thoughts I cannot measure,—  But the least motion which they made  It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.  The budding twigs spread out their fan  To catch the breezy air;  And I must think, do all I can,  That there was pleasure there.  If this belief from heaven be sent,  If such be Nature’s holy plan,  Have I not reason to lament  What Man has made of Man?

Smile!

 A smile is the effect that affects. And infects. A smile is a quiet greeting, or underscores sincerity in a spoken one. A smile rolls out the red carpet of hospitality and turns politicians into celebrities. It may seal a hard-earned victory or salt the wounds of the defeated. The frown of the worldly great is the smile of sophisticated majesty. Socrates’ executioners smiled down on him in vain-glory and he smiled back, stealing their joy. A smile disarms difficulty. It can be gracious or ghastly. It masks what is hidden in the heart, or unashamedly unleashes everything contained therein. A smile could just mean you are happy! Morning smiles on the earth and all things smile in return.


“You can smile when you can’t say a word

 You can smile when you cannot be heard

 You can smile when it’s cloudy or fair,

 You can smile anytime, anywhere.”






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