Copyright 2010 by R.A. Robbins
“O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing.” — It Came Upon the Midnight Clear (3rd verse) written by Edmund Hamilton Sears in 1849
Thank you for sharing. Best, Mtetar
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