a paraphrase on "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear"
It came in the middle of a clear night,
A glorious song, known of old.
As angels bent near this sullen earth
Offering a song on harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, Good will to all men"
The offering from God, our King,
The world, at least those in tune,
Heard the song the Angels Sing.
Now, you, beneath your staunchy load,
Whose forms weigh you down so low,
Who toil along, trying along the way,
Though with painful steps, and slow -
Look Now! For glad and golden hours
Fly, they come swiftly, on the wing.
So rest a moment there, by your weary road,
Listen to the song the Angels Sing.
For, behold, the days are hastening, hurrying on
Toward those spoken by prophets new and old,
When comes the fruit of these circling years
And the time that's been foretold:
When peace shall hover over the earth,
A heavenly, splendored thing
'Tis then, the world - and I - will give back the song
That, now, His Angels sing.
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