| I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, goodwill to men. I thought as now this day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rung so long unbroken song Of peave on earth, goodwill to men. And in despair I bowed my hear; "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, goodwill to men." |
Read the end of Th Book. It all works out.
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And the formatting is off. It looked good in preview.