CHRISTMAS BELLS
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(written on Christmas Day, 1864)
(written on Christmas Day, 1864)
I heard the bells on Christmas Day, their old, familiar carols play, and wild and sweet their words repeat of peace on earch, 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 earch, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way, they 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 from the South, and the sound the carols drowned of peace on earch, good-will to men!
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!
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!"
Pat & Lawrence Schneider, First UMC - Iraan
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