Vachel Lindsay - A Sense of Humour lyrics

Spoken by the Author in his own person No man should stand before the moon, To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humour gone. Nay, let him don the motley cap, The jester's chastened mien, If he would woo that looking-gla** 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 pa**; And fays, and merry friendly things Throw kisses through the gla**.