WHEN I would laugh a little at <br /> The follies that in Life aboundeth, <br />What ails the saint I worship, that <br /> She with a frown my spirit woundeth? <br /> <br />Is laughter sin? ah, then full well <br /> I see she'd here but curb my laughter, <br />And steep me in the heart of hell, <br /> To save me from its lips hereafter.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extreme-kindness/
