Once more with Christmas Eve comes “Peace, Good-Will.”
Once more the Christmas hope unstifled springs,
And hearts are glad because it seems that still
We hear the rustle of the Angels' wings.

As, long ago, the men who watched their sheep
Welcomed the radiant messengers of light,
So we who walked in darkness, woke to weep,—
No longer dream of slaughter in the night.

Ring out oh! bells of Peace, and let your voice
Be the new pledge of brotherhood in truth—
The valiant Dead would bid us to rejoice,
For this they gave their ardor and their youth.

That all the anguish, all the mortal pain
Shall bring new vision to a world once blind;
The booming guns, though silenced, call again
Not now to die, but live for all mankind!