The good God who made all things that are visible
Being good, formed not only mere rock, tree, and bird
But placed in their midst the man, who is risible
So that he may delight even in the absurd
For man, wand’ring the antediluvian wood
Buried in the swaddling shade of the ancient trees
Consumed with wondrous awe, all reverential should
Doubtless alone fall idolatrous on his knees
But lo, beautiful mirth, a sweeter, gentler law,
Makes him rather roar, as into laughter he’ll burst
Humor inescapable once kneeling he saw
That the bashful old forest did laugh at him first