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.mw-parser-output .wstlistcontinuation>li:first-child{list-style-type:none;list-style-image:none}.mw-parser-output .wstulist.idxhi1,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.plain{line-height:inherit;list-style:none;list-style-image:none;margin-left:0}.mw-parser-output .wstulist._nomarker{line-height:inherit;list-style:none;list-style-image:none}.mw-parser-output .fixleft{margin-left:1.6em}.mw-parser-output .wstolist._idxhi1 ol,.mw-parser-output .wstolist.plain ol,.mw-parser-output .wstulist._idxhi1 ul,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.plain ul{margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0}.mw-parser-output .wstolist._plain li,.mw-parser-output .wstulist._plain li{margin-bottom:0}.mw-parser-output .wstolist._idxhi1 li,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.idxhi1 li{margin-left:1em;text-indent:-1em;margin-bottom:0}.mw-parser-output .wstlistcontinuation._idxhi1>li:first-child{list-style-type:none;list-style-image:none;margin-left:1em;text-indent:0}.mw-parser-output .wstolist.inside,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.__inside{list-style-position:inside;margin-left:0}Angel of peace, thou hast wandered too long;
Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love!
Come while our voices are blended in song,
Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove,—
Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove,
Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song,
Crowned with the olive-leaf garland of love;
Angel of peace, thou hast waited too long!
Brothers we meet on this altar of thine,
Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee;
Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine,
Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea,—
Meadow and mountain and forest and sea;
Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine,
Sweeter the incense we offer to thee,
Brothers once more round this altar of thine!
Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain!
Hark! a new birth-song is filling the sky!
Loud as the storm-wind that tumbles the main,
Bid the full breath of the organ reply,—
Loud let the tempest of voices reply;
Roll its long surge like the earthshaking main!
Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!
Angels of Bethlehem, echo the strain! Amen