Henry Wadsworth Longfellow had recently lost his wife in a house fire, and his son-- who had joined the army in defiance of his father-- lay severely wounded. It was in this context that Longfellow, in his despair, wrote a poem he called Christmas Bells. We know it today as I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
- and mild and sweet
- The words repeat
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
- Had rolled along
- The unbroken song
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
- A voice, a chime,
- A chant sublime
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
- And with the sound
- The carols drowned
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
- And made forlorn
- The households born
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
- "For hate is strong,
- And mocks the song
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
- The Wrong shall fail,
- The Right prevail,
Today, our country face much the same despair as in Longfellow's time. We are as divided as we have ever been in our history. We are facing almost certain economic collapse. There is corruption in our government beyond what our forefathers ever could have imagined. Indeed, we already live under more tyranny than they fought to overthrow.
And there is an undercurrent of unrest among the population, leading some to believe that we may be facing another civil war.
Yet, we have the same hope that existed in Longfellow's time. God is not dead nor does he sleep. The wrong shall fail. The right prevail.
With peace on Earth, good will to men.