ason, Merry Christmas to you. I think this is my favorite of all Christmas carol lyrics - the not-so-familiar fourth verse of "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear":O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow
Take heart, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!
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