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Christmas Bells

12/20/2016

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PictureHenry Wadsworth Longfellow. Library of Congress
All it was supposed to take to resolve the momentous issue of Secession and Union was one battle.  Some people even believed that battle would amount to no more than bloodless posturing.  North Carolina Congressman and avid secessionist A. W. Venable, offered “I will wipe up all the blood shed with a handkerchief of mine."  It wouldn’t last long.  It would be all over by Christmas.

But as December 25, 1861 passed, neither side had folded like their opponents expected.  And as the sun set on December 25, 1862, the war seemed like it would continue to consume good men on both sides.  The war was not proving to be quick, nor was it over by Christmas.

By the time Christmas 1863 arrived, the mood in the country was anything but celebratory.  The message of joy, hope and peace threatened to be silenced by the turmoil of the war.  The dual Union victories in Gettysburg and Vicksburg in the height of the previous summer that seemed to herald the beginning of the end had turned instead into familiar inaction in the East and a bitter Federal defeat at Chickamauga in the West. 

And all across the nation, families were dealing with the wounding and death of their loved ones.  Among those experiencing their own personal tragedies amid the nation’s crisis was American patriot and poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In 1861, his beloved wife of 18 years, Frances “Fanny” Appleton Longfellow, was tending to household chores when her dress caught fire and though Henry tried to smother the flames, he was unable to save her.

Then, in March of 1863, Fanny and Henry’s oldest son, Charles, slipped away from home to visit Washington, D.C. to join the Union Army.  While there, the seventeen year old ran into an old family friend, Captain W.H. McCartney of Battery A, 1st Massachusetts Artillery, and appealed to the Captain to enlist him. Unwilling to take an underage recruit without parental permission, Captain McCartney sought the approval of the boy’s father.  The elder Longfellow reluctantly granted it.

Charlie was a natural soldier, and was soon offered a commission as Second Lieutenant of the 1st Massachusetts Cavalry.  He still held this rank when, on November 27, 1863, Charlie was engaged at the Battle of New Hope Church (Mine Run Campaign) in Orange County, Virginia.  He was shot through the left shoulder. The bullet traveled across his back, nicked his spine, and exited under his right shoulder. He escaped paralysis by a mere inch.  When word got through to Henry of his eldest son’s serious injury, he and his younger son Earnest set off to Washington, D.C. to bring Charlie home to recover.

It was in the midst of this personal and national tragedy that Longfellow heard the bells ringing from church belfries on Christmas morning 1863 and sat down to capture his raw emotions in words.

The poem that he wrote that morning, Christmas Bells, was published in 1865 and later set to music to become a popular Christmas carol that speaks to the triumph of joy, hope and goodness even (or especially) during the disillusionment of the darkest times--I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
and wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

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