“It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near to earth To touch their harps of gold.” So sang the clear, full, childish voice. Singularly melodious, thrilling, sympathetic, it floated up and out, seeming to envelope in a tender, joyous harmony all who came within its range.…
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