What a night! Out of its black wing is plucked the pen from which to write the brightest songs of earth and the richest doxologies of heaven.
Let camel or ox stabled that night in Bethlehem, after the burden-bearing of the day, stand and look at Him who is to carry the burdens of the world.
Put back the straw and hear the first cry of Him who is come to assuage the lamentation of all ages.
Christmas bells ring out the peace of nations! We want on our standards less of the lion and eagle and more of the dove.

Let all the cannon be dismounted, and the war horses change their gorgeous caparisons for plough harness.

Let us have fewer bullets and more bread.

Life is too precious to dash it out against the brick casements.

The first Peace Society was born in the clouds, and its resolution was passed unanimously by angelic voices, "Peace on earth, good-will to men." Christmas bells ring in family reunions! The rail trains crowded with children coming home.