There is a form of laughter that springs from the heart,
heard every day in the merry voice of childhood,
the expression of a laughter -- loving spirit that defies
analysis by the philosopher, which has nothing rigid or
mechanical in it, and totally without social significance.
Bubbling spontaneously from the heart of child or man.
Whence I come or whither I go,
I little question, for well I know
What I am, 't is joy to be;
Laughter is my vesture,
And a god of revelry
Beckons in my gesture.
William Bull Wright