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Music I love -- but never strain / Could kindle raptures so divine, / So grief assuage, so conquer pain, / And rouse this pensive heart of mine -- / As that we hear on Christmas morn, / Upon the wintry breezes borne.
Though Darkness still her empire keep, / And hours must pass, ere morning break; / From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep, / That music KINDLY bids us wake: / It calls us, with an angel's voice, / To wake, and worship, and rejoice;