I heard the bells on Christmas Day
\nTheir old, familiar carols play,
\nAnd wild and sweet
\nThe words repeat
\nOf peace on earth, good-will to men!<\/p>\n
And thought how, as the day had come,
\nThe belfries of all Christendom
\nHad rolled along
\nThe unbroken song
\nOf peace on earth, good-will to men!<\/p>\n
Till ringing, singing on its way,
\nThe world revolved from night to day,
\nA voice, a chime,
\nA chant sublime
\nOf peace on earth, good-will to men!
\nThen from each black, accursed mouth
\nThe cannon thundered in the South,
\nAnd with the sound
\nThe carols drowned
\nOf peace on earth, good-will to men!<\/p>\n
It was as if an earthquake rent
\nThe hearth-stones of a continent,
\nAnd made forlorn
\nThe households born
\nOf peace on earth, good-will to men!<\/p>\n
And in despair I bowed my head;
\n“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
\n“For hate is strong,
\nAnd mocks the song
\nOf peace on earth, good-will to men!”<\/p>\n
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
\n“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
\nThe Wrong shall fail,
\nThe Right prevail,
\nWith peace on earth, good-will to men.”<\/p>\n
–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)<\/p>\n
\nThis week and next, revisiting previous #PoetOfWeek<\/a> Henry Wadsworth #Longfellow<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/GHI0QTSjvu<\/a><\/p>\n
— J P Eisner (@SculptingWords) December 24, 2017<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n