Hear the pealing of the bells—
What a world of siblinghood their merry ringing spells!
As carolers go singing
What the merry bells are ringing,
And hot chocolate—spiced and stinging—
Is drunk in duple time,
A warmth arrives and swells
As it jingles with the bells,
And impels the glass to shed her robes of frosted fleecy rime.
Through downy flake on downy flake,
O'er cozy wood and frozen brake,
Adown the sledded dells—
Where holly berries ******
Off the beard of old Kris Kringle,
The merry sounds, they mingle in a medley of noëls—
And "peace on earth, good will to men
And women" then is heard again
By every girl and every boy
And every ear long deaf to joy;
For everywhere the pealing, the reeling of the bells,
The glory of the Christmas story resoundingly retells.
The big, bronze bells—
Where the boldest volume dwells,
And prays in sacred solitude when it, like a liquid, wells—
Ring out in mercy, forgiveness, and love—
The will to assume the white wings of the dove:
Hear them! and sing with the dinging, the donging of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
The binging and the bonging of the bells!