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THE ANGELS Soft and slow, soft and slow, With angels' wings of fire and snow, To rock Him gently to and fro. Fire to stay the chill at night, Snow to cool the noonday bright； And overhead His star's alight. Pale and sweet, pale and sweet, Maid Mary keeps her vigil meet, While Joseph waits with patient feet. Mary's love for soft embrace, Joseph's strength to guard the place. Lo！ from the East Kings ride apace. Gold and myrrh, gold and myrrh, Frankincense for harbinger, Myrrh to make His sepulchre. Roses white and roses red, Thorns arrayed for His dear Head. Hail！ hail！ Wise Men who seek His bed |
