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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Risus Dei</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks in Him there dwells alway<br> A sea of laughter very deep,<br> Where the leviathans leap,<br> And little children play,<br> Their white feet twinkling on its crisped edge;<br> But in the outer bay<br> The strong man drives the wedge<br> Of polished limbs,<br> And swims.<br> Yet there is one will say:--<br> 'It is but shallow, neither is it broad'--<br> And so he frowns; but is he nearer God?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> One saith that God is in the note of bird,<br> And piping wind, and brook,<br> And all the joyful things that speak no word:<br> Then if from sunny nook<br> Or shade a fair child's laugh<br> Is heard,<br> Is not God half?<br> And if a strong man gird<br> His loins for laughter, stirred<br> By trick of ape or calf--<br> Is he no better than a cawing rook?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay 'tis a Godlike function; laugh thy fill!<br> Mirth comes to thee unsought;<br> Mirth sweeps before it like a flood the mill<br> Of languaged logic; thought<br> Hath not its source so high;<br> The will<br> Must let it by:<br> For though the heavens are still,<br> God sits upon His hill,<br> And sees the shadows fly;<br> And if He laughs at fools, why should He not?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Yet hath a fool a laugh'--Yea, of a sort;<br> God careth for the fools;<br> The chemic tools<br> Of laughter He hath given them, and some toys<br> Of sense, as 'twere a small retort<br> Wherein they may collect the joys<br> Of natural giggling, as becomes their state:<br> The fool is not inhuman, making sport<br> For such as would not gladly be without<br> That old familiar noise:<br> Since, though he laugh not, he can cachinnate--<br> This also is of God, we may not doubt.<br> 'Is there an empty laugh?' Best called a shell<br> From which a laugh has flown,<br> A mask, a well<br> That hath no water of its own,<br> Part echo of a groan,<br> Which, if it hide a cheat,<br> Is a base counterfeit;<br> But if one borrow<br> A cloak to wrap a sorrow<br> That it may pass unknown,<br> Then can it not be empty. God doth dwell<br> Behind the feigned gladness,<br> Inhabiting a sacred core of sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Yet is there not an evil laugh?' Content--<br> What follows?<br> When Satan fills the hollows<br> Of his bolt-riven heart<br> With spasms of unrest,<br> And calls it laughter; if it give relief<br> To his great grief,<br> Grudge not the dreadful jest.<br> But if the laugh be aimed<br> At any good thing that it be ashamed,<br> And blush thereafter,<br> Then it is evil, and it is not laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There are who laugh, but know not why:<br> Whether the force<br> Of simple health and vigour seek a course<br> Extravagant, as when a wave runs high,<br> And tips with crest of foam the incontinent curve,<br> Or if it be reserve<br> Of power collected for a goal, which had,<br> Behold! the man is fresh. So when strung nerve,<br> Stout heart, pent breath, have brought you to the source<br> Of a great river, on the topmost stie<br> Of cliff, then have you bad<br> All heaven to laugh with you; yet somewhere nigh<br> A shepherd lad<br> Has wondering looked, and deemed that you were mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Edward+Brown">Thomas Edward Brown</a><div class=q>
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 A sea of laughter very deep,
 Where the leviathans leap,
 And little children play,
 Their white feet twinkling on its crisped edge;
 But in the outer bay
 The strong man drives the wedge
 Of polished limbs,
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