SUNG AT THE 'JUBILEE,' JUNE 15, 1869, <br />TO THE MUSIC OF SELLER'S 'AMERICAN HYMN' <br /> <br />ANGEL of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! <br />Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love! <br />Come while our voices are blended in song,-- <br />Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove! <br />Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove,-- <br />Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song, <br />Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love,-- <br />Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long! <br /> <br />Joyous we meet, on this altar of thine <br />Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee, <br />Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine, <br />Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea,-- <br />Meadow and mountain and forest and sea! <br />Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine, <br />Sweeter the incense we offer to thee, <br />Brothers once more round this altar of thine! <br /> <br />Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain! <br />Hark! a new birth-song is filling the sky!-- <br />Loud as the storm-wind that tumbles the main <br />Bid the full breath of the organ reply,-- <br />Let the loud tempest of voices reply,-- <br />Roll its long surge like the-earth-shaking main! <br />Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky! <br />Angels of Bethlehem, echo the strain!<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hymn-of-peace/
