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I heard the bells on Christmas day |
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Their old familiar carols play, |
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And wild and sweet the words repeat |
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Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
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I thought how, as the day had come, |
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The belfries of all Christendom |
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Had rolled along th' unbroken song |
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Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
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And in despair I bowed my head |
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'There is no peace on earth,' I said, |
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'For hate is strong and mocks the song |
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Of peace on earth, good will to men.' |
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Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: |
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'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; |
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The wrong shall fail, the right prevail |
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With peace on earth, good will to men.' |
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Till ringing, singing on its way |
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The world revolved from night to day, |
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A voice, a chime, a chant sublime |
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Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
