What the leaves are to the forest, That to the world are children; Come to me, O ye children! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, Ye are better than all the ballads For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. CHRISTMAS BELLS. HEARD the bells on Christmas Day The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rent The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 66 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!" CHRISTMAS BELLS. HEARD the bells on Christm The words repeat Of peace on earth, 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 earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth, The cannon thundered in the South, |