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:
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
-It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
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I always read your devotional thoughts. Merry Christmas, dear lady to you and your family.
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