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of laughter, Glimmer of play, Flown in a wafture, Blown in a spray, From blithe floor and rafter Over the way!

I know it is feast-day, a Mirth-day for all; Oh, to the least may a Birthday befall; And the high priest play There in the hall! Play with his treasures; He is a child, Swaying their pleasures, Being so mild; The Holy One measures Mirth for a child.