Christmas Carol (Dunbar)

For works with similar titles, see Christmas Carol.

Ring out, ye bells!
          All Nature swells
With gladness at the wondrous story, --
          The world was at lorn,
          But Christ is born
To change our sadness into glory.

          Sing, earthlings, sing!
          To-night a King
Hath come from heaven's high throne to bless us.
          The outstretched hand
          O'er all the land
Is raised in pity to caress us.

          Come at His call;
          Be joyful all;
Away with mourning and with sadness!
          The heavenly choir
          With holy fire
Their voices raise in songs of gladness.

          The darkness breaks
          And Dawn awakes,
Her cheeks suffused with youthful blushes.
          The rocks and stones
          In holy tones
Are singing sweeter than the thrushes.

          Then why should we
          In silence be,
When Nature lends her voice to praises;
          When heaven and earth
          Proclaim the truth
Of Him for whom that lone star blazes?

          No, be not still,
          But with a will
Strike all your harps and set them ringing;
          On hill and heath
          Let every breath
Throw all its power into singing!

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.