Peering around the corners, humor creeps,
Into the gravest matters pries and peeps,
Till grimmest face relaxes with relief;
A heart belovèd of the wiser gods
Grown weary of solemnity prolonged—
That snatches scraps of gladness while Fate nods,
Varying life’s prose with stories many-songed:
One who has faced the dark and naught denied—
Yet lives persistent on the brightest side.
Allan Munier.