Of human passion, human woe,—
Good-will and Peace: Peace and Good-will.
Through eighteen hundred stormy years
The dear notes ring, and will not cease;
And past all mists of mortal tears
The guiding star rebukes our fears,—
Peace and Good-will: Good-will and Peace.
Shine, blessed star, the night is black,
Shine, and the heavens with radiance fill,
While on thy slender, guiding track