On Christmas Day, I heard bells.
Performing their ancient, familiar carols,
And sweet and wild
The repetition of terms
On earth, calm, good-will to men!
And he was wondering how, when the day had arrived,
The Belfries in All Christianity
Had rolled along with her
The album that is unbroken
On earth, calm, good-will to men!
Ringing till, singing on its way,
The universe was rotating from night to day,
Yeah, a speech, a chime,
The sublime chant
On earth, calm, good-will to men!
Then from every black, damned mouth
In the South, a cannon thundered,
With the echo, and
Carols is drowning
On earth, calm, good-will to men!
It was like renting for an earthquake
The fireplace-stones of a continent,
Which has rendered forlorn
Households who were born
On earth, calm, good-will to men!
And I bent my head in despair,
I said, "There is no harmony on earth."
Since hate is strong,
And the music mocks
On earth, calm, good-will to men! "
Then the bells beat louder and deeper:
God is not dead, nor is he asleep.
The wicked shall fail,
The Correct reigns.
