The Bells Began to Chime Again Theres No Turning Back
 | A New Chime For The Christmas Bells
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| 1 | The Metropolitan Mag, Jan, 1918. | |
| ii | Hear, oh, hear! The Christmas bells are ringing peal upon peal, chime upon chime! Full and clear they ring, and the air quivers with joy. What is the burden of their music as information technology floats far and wide? Awake! Awake! it says. A slap-up Modify is coming -- peace upon world, good-volition to all men. | |
| three | Together the bells and I phone call aloud, and we are not agape! Peace upon world, good-volition to all men Awake! Awake! We shall not residuum once again until good-will reigns, which is God's will done, nor shall we lie downwardly until the voice of the angels is heard in all the circuits of the earth. Nosotros shall not sleep until lite ariseth to all who sit down in darkness, neither shall we sleep over again until at that place is peace and gladness and content in the hearts of men. For a Great Change is coming, a wondrous Alter, a World-alter that shall fulfil all joy in a happy humanity. | |
| four | Ring the Groovy Change, O Bells! Hear, oh, hear, all people! Long and confident the Christmas bells are ringing. Above our houses and through our open doors their voices wing. And they say: Awake! Awake! The night of man'south captivity is at an end, the dawn of peace between man and man hasteneth to come and it shall not tarry! | |
| v | The bells and I are stiff with a new hope, vibrant with expectancy of this Smashing Modify. Already men and women are working and thinking and living for this Keen Alter, and their efforts are mighty with the might of intelligence and proficient-volition. For them the bells of a world-Christmas are ringing, and shall not cease with the brief hours of one glad solar day. Every day, every year, these men and women program work, and dream, and their works are the heavenly bulletin of the sugariness-tongue bells! | |
| 6 | Hear, oh, hear the bells! For ages the Christmas bells have rung their message of peace upon earth and good-will to all men. For ages they have summoned a sleeping world to a new life, a new platonic, a new joy. Merely likewise oftentimes they have sounded in ears sealed with ignorance. Too oftentimes has their glad news passed unheeded: "O children of men, your happiness lies but your volition abroad from you. Unite, love, serve all, and ye shall grasp it." | |
| 7 | Now, here and now, the bells and I will be heard! Non one time a year, simply from morning to forenoon we will be heard singing exultant, sure of our bulletin. Let the sun cascade its alluvion of low-cal upon the land, or let the whole sky exist dark, we volition send our song upwardly and downwardly and all around, our song of the Great Alter. Too long take men turned their faces from their tasks, from the needs of the common day, and fixed their eyes upon a better life erstwhile, somewhere. Too long have they dreamed of a distant life, instead of bringing that life into their earthly days. The Nifty Change ushers a true religion into the world, now and here service for all men equally, devotion of each to the good of all akin. | |
| 8 | Hear, oh, hear the Christmas bells as they greet the sunday, the frost, the sailing deject, the roving wind! Are they not the bells of your childhood'due south dearest joy, the bells of your brightest memories, the bells of your highest hope? Do they not voice your silent, baffled wish that all things shall be made new, that in that location shall be no more cramped, darkened lives, no more cruel customs, no more misery which grinds the beauty, the sugariness out of the homo soul? If this wish came true, would it not be Christmas indeed -- Christmas for all men, Christmas all the year? | |
| nine | Hear! To-24-hour interval the bells and I call you to the Christmas of mankind. For information technology has begun, and we shall non falter nor turn dorsum until every human being and woman and child in this state and in every land has a run a risk to live happily and to develop his mind and do the all-time of which he is capable. Generation after generation has learned from its mothers' lips the story of the birth of Christ, and slowly the words take borne flowers -- and the fruit is the Great Change. The Great Change is the new faith, the new effort to secure for every man his full share of the means, the comforts, the wellness, the knowledge, the virtue, which humanize life. As we lift up our voices, the bells and I, to sound the joy of Christmas, we call to yous: Approach this new organized religion with open hearts. Let united states follow it fearlessly, wherever it may lead united states, fifty-fifty though it lead us far from one-time and cherished beliefs. Honey they are indeed and difficult to part with; just this new organized religion is too appealing, too leap up with all that is deepest, most tender, nigh necessary in homo experience to be put aside. | |
| 10 | Hear, oh, hear the Christmas bells! How they respond one another from end to end of the country, peal upon peal, chime upon chinkle! From every spire and tower they utter the adept tidings of great joy, the tidings of the Neat Change, the cry that no humane heart can resist: "Brotherhood! Brotherhood! Brotherhood!" | |
| xi | Mind! Heed! For this is the harvest time of love. Souls are closer drawn to other souls. All that we have read and thought and hoped comes to fruition at this happy fourth dimension. Our spirits are astir. We feel within usa a strong desire to serve. A strange, subtle force, a new kindness, animates human and kid. A new spirit is growing in us. No longer are we content to salvage hurting, to sweeten sorrow, to give the chaff of charity. We cartel to give friendship, service, the equal loaf of breadstuff, the love that knows no difference of station. | |
| 12 | Hear, oh, hear the Christmas bells! Everywhere, everywhere they remind the globe: Forget not the poor, nor allow the hope of the needy fail. | |
| xiii | The bells and I sing and are glad for Christmas, the day of all those who labour and keep the world alive. For them we sing and we shall not exist all the same. The bells and I sing the workers of the world, on the Day of Him who was a boy in the carpenter'south shop. This is the spirit of Christmas, that they whose lives are useful, whose deems . are adept should receive the gift of gilded, frankincense and myrrh. Should they stop their labour for a season, the globe would starve. The stars would look down upon a globe of silent cities, upon a devastated earth. Punctual as the bells the workers come and go. In winter's common cold and summer's heat they hasten to the work of the earth. Goose egg halts them -- sickness, fatigue, grief nor expiry. The mills of the world turn hourly, daily. Nosotros tin can tell the minute of their coming and going to their tasks; day after twenty-four hour period, month subsequently calendar month, yr after year the procession of the workers passes our doors. Through thousands of years have they been true-blue, and Christmas shall open our hearts and permit us say that in their lives the whole world lives. | |
| xiv | Heed! Betwixt the swelling peals of the Christmas bells do yous not hear the tramp of countless feet? Behold the workers have marched in the nighttime toward the land of their hearts' desire. In the nighttime of long ages they have heard the call of the Great Change and at length they have answered. Through darkness, through anguish and horror they have risen to the awful summit of manhood. Century by century they accept grown in power and intelligence. Forever and forever onward chinkle the bells! At that place has been no halting in the vast journey mankind has come up. Nothing has been wasted, nothing has been lost. Every effort has counted. Every purpose, every pulse has fulfilled its chore; incessantly men have moved onward to the dawn of the Great Change. | |
| 15 | Can you not run into the wonders which the Christmas bells herald? Do they not sing to yous of world-systems evolving and dissolving, coming and going like leaves upon the trees, like the human generations? And again they shall evolve into the Corking Alter. As the notes of the bells ascension, blend, and cook abroad, so have the life-songs of old civilizations swelled to the heavens, repeat upon echo, and sunk into silence. Persia, Hellenic republic, and Rome have flourished and rust-covered. The civilization of Briton, Frenchman, High german, American is passing, changing into the broader, nobler ideals of the Neat Modify -- liberty, equality, and alliance. | |
| 16 | Listen with your hearts. In a land but your volition away from you, hear, oh, hear the Christmas bells ring, the winds blow, the rivers run, the globe break forth into flowers and the trees burst into leafage! Hear the birds singing and mating, and hear children freed from labour shouting in the streets, immature men and maidens smiling and marrying, old people praising God that the Great Change has come in their mean solar day. "Nosotros have died to live again. We have suffered that we may rejoice and be glad. What matters it -- all upheavals, all revolutions, all systems sent to wreck, if the Great Change comes afterward?" | |
| 17 | And so band all the bells on earth! 'Tis Christmas Solar day howdy the morn of brotherhood. Ring human being'due south great joy from pole to pole, from sea to body of water! Tug with mighty arms at the bong rope that the sound may ring out total and far and long! Light the earth'due south Christmas tree with stars. Heap offerings upon its mighty branches. Bring the Yule-log to the world- fireplace. Deck the world-house with holly and mistletoe and proclaim everywhere the Christmas of the homo race! | |
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