Look at the closing line, and then rejoice that morning is the victor over night

Wit is a double-sided blade of steel,

life is a series of storms and long wars,

humor alone declares the way we feel.

Nothing we know we know survives the turning wheel,

that which is human only makes and mars,

wit is a double-sided blade of steel

that teaches you the right moment to steal

Athena’s owl when She’s had many jars.

Humor alone declares the way we feel 

when we are able to twist like an eel,

or float beside the railroad sleeping cars.

Wit is a double-sided blade of steel 

that cuts the meat of secret, nightly, meal,

when we turn duppy on command of Mars

humor alone declares the way we feel.

Brisk is the day, sweet Sun is our Great Seal,

with sharp, cold breezes that disturb the stars:

Wit is a double-sided blade of steel,

humor alone declares the way we feel.