Christmas Bells
Their old familiar carols play, I heard the bells on Christmas Day And wild and sweet The words repeat, Of peace on earth, goodwill to men. Then from each black accursed mouth, The cannon 'hundered in the south. And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, goodwill to men. 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, goodwill to men!” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep; “God is not dead, nor does He sleep! The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, Of peace on earth, goodwill to men. —Henry W. Longfellow. Old Sturt. The professional eye of the barmaid in the Pig and Whistle on Christmas Eve noted how the solitary customer sat in a corner muttering to himself and occasionally making derisive gestures. When he at last asked for the same again, or something similar, the girl refused, and gave her reasons. “That’s all right,” explained the odd customer. “I’ve just been telling my’self some funny stories, and, hang it, I've heard ’em all before.”
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 305, 24 December 1937, Page 4 (Supplement)
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192Christmas Bells Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 305, 24 December 1937, Page 4 (Supplement)
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