I heard the bells on Christmas
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and
The words
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all
Had rolled
The unbroken
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chimeA chant
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black accursed
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the
The carols
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made
The households
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
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!"
