Late last night I went for a night swim in my local gym outdoor pool! It was nice clear 37 degree night with a big ol’ moon brightly shining. It put this song in my mind. (By the way, the pool is heated!)
It’s a classic, sang by a classic from a classic time.
O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
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;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.