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Then is not he the wisest man
Who rids his brow of wrinkles, Who bears his load with merry heart,
And lightens it by half, Whose pleasant tones ring in the ear,
As mirthful music trinkles, And whose words are true and telling,
Though they echo with a laugh?
Merrily, cheerily, noisily whirring,
Swings the wheel, spins the reel, which the foot's stirring ;
Sprightly, and lightly, and airily ringing,
Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.
—John Francis WaUvr.