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O brown lark, loving cloud-land best,
And sun-smit seas of sky,
Thee doth a musical unrest
Drive to rise upward from thy nest
Far fathoms high.


O fluid-fluting blackbird, keep
The midnight of thy wing

Close to my home, where leaves grow deep,
Since where two lovers lie asleep,

Thou lov'st to sing.

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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
Shed sacred glories there;
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

The answering hills of Palestine
Send back a glad reply,

And greet from all their holy hights
The Dayspring from on high.

O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm;
And Sharon waves in solemn praise
Her silent groves of palm.

"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,
And Christian hearts be cold?

O catch the anthem that from heaven
O'er Judah's mountains rolled!

When nightly burst from seraph harps
The high and solemn lay,-

'Glory to God; on earth be peace;
Salvation comes to-day!"


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