I thought how, as the day had come,
Till ringing, singing, on it's way,
Then from each black, accursed mouth
Of peace on earth good will to men.
It was as if an earthquake rent
And in despair I bowed my head"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The wrong shall fail,the right prevail