A Sense Of Humor

No man should stand before the moon

To make sweet song thereon,

With dandified importance,

His sense of humor gone.

Nay, let us don the motley cap,

The jester's chastened mien,

If we would woo that looking-glass

And see what should be seen.

O mirror on fair Heaven's wall,

We find there what we bring.

So, let us smile in honest part

And deck our souls and sing.

Yea, by the chastened jest alone

Will ghosts and terrors pass,

And fays, or suchlike friendly things,

Throw kisses through the glass.