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2 Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds

The blessed angels sing.

3 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:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.

4 For lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with 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.

Rev. Edmund H. Scars, 1850