And you, 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.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the Age of God
When the New Heaven and Earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King
And the whole world give back the song,
Which now the angels sing.
-Edmund Sears
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