cover I Heard the Bells

LONGFELLOW: (Sound of bells over music system. Maybe a window in back with picture of church in it. LONGFELLOW is seated at desk and first appears to be writing. He looks up, as if someone has come into the room, picks up what looks like a poem, stands, and goes around desk. Leans back against it, and says loudly:)

Of all the days, Christmas.

(Shaking head, introspective. Talking to audience, but more to self.)

Hear those bells? The sound of them woke me early this morning. They always ring those bells on Christmas morning within ear shot of the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow household. It is such a joy to hear them. And I, being a writer of some renown, as you know, was inspired to pen a poem. So, I jumped from my bed and from my heart flowed: (Reads from paper.)

I heard the bells on Christmas day.
Their old familiar carols play. (Smiles at the thought)
And mild and sweet the words repeat,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had roll’d along, th’un broken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

(Stops, walks towards side of desk. Places poem down and picks up a telegram.)
But then another bell broke the reverie.
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