Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Their old familiar carols play And mild and sweet the words repeat, Of peace on earth, good will to men. The belfries of all Christendom Had roll'd along th' unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. |
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"There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong, and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men." |
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"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men." The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men! |
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