I Love A Laugh

I love a laugh, a wild, gay laugh,
Fresh from the fount of feeling.
That speaks a heart enshrined within,
Its joy revealing.

I love a laugh, a wild, gay laugh:
O, who would always sorrow,
And wear a sad and woful face.
And fear the morrow?

I love a laugh – this world woiild be,
At best, a dreary dwelling,
If heart could never speak to heart,
Its pleasure telling.

I love a laugh – it cheers the heart
Of age, bowed down with sadness,
To hear the music in the tones
Of childhood’s gladness.

Then frown not at a wild, gay laugh.
Or chide the merry-hearted;
A cheerful heart and smiling face
Should ne’er be parted.