In all his years, man laughs three times at life

Once, as a little child, a rill of merriment

As a clear and sparkling as a mountain stream

Again, in flush of youth, a strong and ringing laugh,

A laugh of joy, for battle, for the dream

He sees all bright, and means to make come true;

And once again in later life, chuckle

At remembered days, a laugh of satisfaction

And of aged pride at life lived through.