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Extreme Kindness

WHEN I would laugh a little at
   The follies that in Life aboundeth,
What ails the saint I worship, that
   She with a frown my spirit woundeth?
 
Is laughter sin? ah, then full well
   I see she’d here but curb my laughter,
And steep me in the heart of hell,
   To save me from its lips hereafter.
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