It Came Upon The Midnight Clear

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Edmund Hamilton Sears, Richard Willis

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It      came      upon the       midnight clear, that   glorious   song of    old,
Still through the cloven        skies they come with     peaceful  wings   unfurled,
Yet     with   the woes of       sin and strife the the  world has suffered  long:
And     ye,      beneath life’s crushing load, whose     forms are bending   low,
For     lo, the    days are      hast’ning on, by       prophet----bards foretold,

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From  angels  bending   near the earth to     touch their harps of  gold:
And still   celestial   music floats o’er      all the    weary     world:
   Beneath the angel  strain have rolled two thousand     years of wrong;
Who  toil    along the climbing way with     painful     steps and slow,
When with the  ever-----circling years comes round the     age of   gold,

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“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from  heav’ns all-gracious    King!”
     Above its sad and   lowly plains they  bend on      heavenly   wing,
And   men at war with    men hear not the   love song   which they bring;
Look  now! for glad and  golden hours come swiftly        on the    wing:
When  peace shall over    all the earth its  ancient   splendors   fling,

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The  world in solemn    stillness lay to     hear the angels sing.
And   ever     o’er its  Babel sounds the   blessed   angels sing.
O    hush the noise, ye  men of strife, and  hear the angels sing!
O    rest   beside the   weary road and      hear the angels sing!
And the whole world send back the song which now the  angels sing.