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Peace went out from
Hell goes out from
Bethlehem, Pal.
Bethlehem, Pa.
Copyright 1915.
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O Little Town of Bethlehem.
(New Version.)
By William Bayard Hale
O little town of Bethlehem!
How ill we see thee lie;
'Bove thy red moil and sleepless toil
The shamed stars pass by;
For from thy dark streets spreadeth
An everlasting blight,
And heart-shed tears of dreadful years
Flow forth from thee to-night.
For death is born within thy walls,
And, gathered all above,
While “Christians” sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of anguished love.
0 morning stars, together,
Bewail the ghastly birth
That insult flings on him who sings
Of peace to men on earth!
How shamefully, how blamefully
The bloody gift is given;
The furnace glows to slay no foes
Who have against us striven;
We forge the horrid weapons
'Gainst men who've done no wrong
To us; they bleed just for our greed-
The free, the brave, the strong!
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend again to earth;
Redeem the name, blot out the shame
Of Bethlehem's unworth;
Help us resolve, a nation,
Throughout this peaceful land,
War must its cursed and bitter worst
Without our aiding hand!
-Courtesy of “The Christian Herald."
