I heard the bells
on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to
men!
And thought how, as the day had
come
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to
men!
Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to
day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to
men!
Then from each black, accursed
mouth
The cannon thundered in the
South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will to
men!
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It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good will to
men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I
said;
"For hate is strong
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to
men."
Then pealed the bells more loud
and deep.
"God is not dead, nor doth he
sleep!
The wrong shall fail,
The right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to
men!" |