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CHRISTMAS, 1915
O bells that ring at midnight, dawn and morn,
The Christ is born, ye say, the Christ is born.
The little Prince of Peace in manger lies,
And God looks on His world through a Babe's eyes.
Yet flame and blood proclaim that world at war;
And anguish broods above all things that are.
Still, still persistent bells proclaim this Birth
Bringing good will to men, and peace on earth.
Peace and good will in war and hate's despite:
Dawn of the day, though dark and long the night.
For, whether fields on earth be lost or won,
The banners of the King go on, go on.
And whether march of Time be swift or slow,
The banners of the King shall forward go.
Yea, though the world by wars be rent and torn,
For evermore the Prince of Peace is born:
And Faith and Love proclaim in Bethlehem speech,
Glad tidings of great joy to all and each.
