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as was in the book; that was a night scene.)
That picture was featured in a book containing simple piano arrangements of Christmas carols. The book was a gift to my older sister, Chris. The publishers chose that illustration to accompany the carol, “It Came upon the Midnight Clear.”*
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(Not the picture in the book)
Here’s the verse of the carol that I associated most with the picture at that early age:
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Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
Summer yields to the cool currents of fall and night pushes day into an ever decreasing space, while merciful nature yields her autumn fruits.
And then, Hanukkah and Christmas come around with their association of miracles, of angels and light. May the angels of heaven guide and guard those weary souls, and may flesh-clad human angels of divine mercy meet those suffering travellers at points along the way; people through whose kind words, generous deeds and warm hearts, the weary ones may hear, for the first time, the angels sing.
The above is a modified edition of a P-Pep! article published in Black's column, P-Pep! in The Standard Guide Advocate, September 24, 2015.