Children bring their own love with them when they come. Jean Ingelow More Quotes by Jean Ingelow More Quotes From Jean Ingelow Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land. Jean Ingelow lovely ocean land It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God. Jean Ingelow fashion happy happiness From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love Jean Ingelow desire life long A birthday:-and now a day that rose Jean Ingelow thoughtful rose birthday And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain. Jean Ingelow pain heart years O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil! Jean Ingelow daffodil flower Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine. Jean Ingelow wine flower moon I opened the doors of my heart. Jean Ingelow heart song happiness Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes. Jean Ingelow soul peace past You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? Jean Ingelow done moon heaven Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away. Jean Ingelow good-day light flower When I remember something which I had, Jean Ingelow remember-something regret thinking Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested. Jean Ingelow miracle wonderful men And the guelder rose Jean Ingelow wealth feet rose When our thoughts are born, Jean Ingelow humble mother mind Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Jean Ingelow feet bees sweet O sleep! O sleep! Jean Ingelow tired healing sleep O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Jean Ingelow angel sleep children The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow. Jean Ingelow fog red long Work is its own best earthly meed, Jean Ingelow afar sea work