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TJ-IE: HOLY NIGHT. The winds have tired of play and gone to rest; Night soothes the earth and rocks the deep to sleep; And bids the stars, her courtiers, vigil keep, While she enthroned awaits the longed-for guest. Then through the gates there hastes an angel throng: He comes! and in the arms of night caress'd He sm}les, then nestles on the Virgin's breastThe while, the realm of night is filled with song. The angels go to bid the Christmas mornWhile night unto the shepherds sends a star, To share the joy they hasten from afar. Hosannas ring throughout the heavenly spheres, The world ecstatic smiles-the dawn appears And men awake in peace, their King is born. ' '' .'
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