Shining from centuries far away,—
Good-will and Peace: Peace and Good-will.
The torch of glory pales and wanes,
The lamp of love must know decease,
But still o’er far Judæan plains
The quenchless star-beam lives and reigns,—
Peace and Good-will: Good-will and Peace.
And clear to-day as long ago
The angel-chorus echoes still,
Above the clamor and the throe