Hymn of Peace
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"Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!"
"Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove!"
"Speed o’er the far-sounding billows of song, / Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love"
"Joyous we meet, on this altar of thine / Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee, / Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine… / Brothers once more round this altar of thine!"
"Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain! / Hark! a new birth-song is filling the sky!"