It came upon the midnight clear, <br />That glorious song of old, <br />From angels bending near the earth, <br />To touch their harps of gold; <br />“Peace on the earth, good will to men, <br />From heaven’s all gracious King.” <br />The world in solemn stillness lay, <br />To hear the angels sing. <br /> <br />Still through the cloven skies they come, <br />With peaceful wings unfurl <br />And still their heavenly music floats, <br />O’er all the weary world. <br />Above its sad and lowly plains, <br />They bend on hovering wing <br />And ever o’er its Babel sounds, <br />The blessed angels sing. <br /> <br />Yet with the woes of sin and strife, <br />The world has suffered long; <br />Beneath the angel-strain have rolled, <br />Two thousand years of wrong; <br />And man, at war with man, hears not, <br />The love song which they bring: <br />O hush the noise, ye men of strife, <br />And hear the angels sing. <br /> <br />And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, <br />Whose forms are bending low <br />Who toil along the climbing way <br />With painful steps and slow <br />Look now! for glad and golden hours <br />Come swiftly on the wing <br />O rest beside the weary road <br />And hear the angels sing. <br /> <br />For lo! the days are hastening on, <br />By prophet bards foretold, <br />When, with the ever-circling years, <br />Shall come the Age of Gold; <br />When peace shall over all the earth, <br />Its ancient splendors fling, <br />And all the world give back the song, <br />Which now the angels sing.<br /><br />Edmund Hamilton Sears<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-angels-song-2/
