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AfrostyChristmasEve,whenthestarswhereshining,
Itraveledforthehome,wherewestwardfallsthehill.
Andformany,manyavillage,inthedarknessofthevalley,
distantmusicreachedme,peelsofbellswereringing.
Thenspreadmythoughtstooldentimes,tothatfirstofChristmases
whenshepherdswhowerewatching,heardmusicinthefields.
Andtheysatthereandtheymarveled,andtheyknewtheycouldnottell
whetheritwereangels,orthebrightstarsasinging.
Buttomeheardafar,itwasstarrymusic,
thesingingoftheangels,thecomfortofourLord.
Wordsofoldthatcomeatraveling,bytherichesofthetimes,
andIsoftlylistened,asIstooduponthehill.
AndIsoftlylistened,asIstooduponthehill.
