MYSTERY VERSE

When I referred to the "third verse" of "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear," I didn't even think about one book's second verse being another's third, etc. Some don't have at all, the one I was thinking about:









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.
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Come, rest beside the weary road... and hear the angels sing.