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!
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!’
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