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BROWN LARK AND BLACKBIRD.
O brown lark, loving cloud-land best,
O fluid-fluting blackbird, keep
Close to my home, where leaves grow deep,
Thou lov'st to sing.
ALM on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
Celestial choirs from courts above
The answering hills of Palestine
And greet from all their holy hights
O'er the blue depths of Galilee
"Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring:
"Peace on the earth--good-will to men From Heaven's Eternal King."
Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Savior now is born!
More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn;
And brighter on Moriah's brow, Crowned with her temple spires, . Which first proclaim the newborn light, Clothed with its orient fires.
This day shall Christian tongues be mute,
O catch the anthem that from heaven
When nightly burst from seraph harps
'Glory to God; on earth be peace;