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210 But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong. And man at war with man hears not The love-song which they bring; Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing!

And 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!

For lo! the days the hastening on    By prophet-bards foretold, When the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing.