ci WHITI3Y FREE PRESS, Christmas Supplement, WEDNESDAY, DECEMI3ER 9, 1987, PAGE AI 1 r Lp SIiASOKS GREETINGS * ,~......'..... 000. It came upon a midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the Earth To touch their harps of gold. "Peace on the Earth, Igoodwill to rnen, From- heaven's all-gracious KingL!"l The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the dloyen skies they corne With peaceful-wings unfurled, Mnd stili their heavenly rnusic floats O'er ail the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing # Mnd.ever o'er its babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 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 Corne swiftly on the wing; 0 rest besideé the weary road, And hear the angels sing. For bo, the days are hastning on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever cirdling years, Cornes round the age of gold; When peace shali over all the Earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the sg Which now the angels sing. ci WB'111 m jd«K it C-ame ab..& Midn'ight ýwj 1 [M AMIL upon 'Cm-lamm .AoRký AMMIL dium -"OAO, Icar