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, wandβring 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 heβll burst Humor inescapable once kneeling he saw That the bashful old forest did laugh at him first