 Hope is more than just a wish. The dictionary defines it: "to 
			cherish a desire with anticipation; to desire with expectation of 
			achievement; to expect with confidence." Hope is expectation and 
			desire wrapped in optimism and confidence.
Hope is more than just a wish. The dictionary defines it: "to 
			cherish a desire with anticipation; to desire with expectation of 
			achievement; to expect with confidence." Hope is expectation and 
			desire wrapped in optimism and confidence.
			During the Christmas season of 1860, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 
			the well-known American poet, had every reason to be full of hope. 
			He and his wife, Fanny, had been blessed with five healthy children, 
			and he was enjoying great fame and professional success. One of his 
			most famous poems, "Paul Revere's Ride" ("Listen my children and you 
			shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere ..."), was published 
			that year. He was elated over the election of one of his fans, 
			Abraham Lincoln. Longfellow thought Mr. Lincoln's election signaled 
			the triumph of freedom and the end of slavery for the nation. 
			Tragedy followed for the nation and for Longfellow in 1861. The 
			opening shots of the Civil War were fired on April 12, and in July 
			of that year, Mrs. Longfellow was sealing some locks of her 
			daughter's hair with candle wax when a breeze through the window 
			caused some drops of the wax and an ember to fall onto her light 
			dress, igniting it. She ran into Henry's study, and he tried 
			unsuccessfully to extinguish the flames, badly burning his face, 
			arms and hands (his face to the point that he was badly scarred and 
			unable to shave after the tragedy, leading to Longfellow's famous 
			beard). Fanny died the next morning. Henry was too severely burned 
			to attend her funeral. 
			
			
			On Christmas Day 1861, Longfellow wrote in his journal, "How 
			inexpressibly sad are all holidays." 
			1862 brought a deepening of the Civil War. On Christmas Day that 
			year, Henry's journal entry stated, "‘A Merry Christmas' say the 
			children, but that is no more for me." 
			In early December 1863, Longfellow received word that his oldest 
			son, Charles, who ran away in 1861 at age 17 to join the Union Army, 
			had been severely wounded. In a skirmish in Virginia, Charles had 
			been shot in the left shoulder. The bullet traveled across his back, 
			nicked his spinal column and exited under his right shoulder. He was 
			evacuated to a hospital in Washington, D.C., where Henry and one of 
			his other sons went to retrieve him and bring him back to 
			Massachusetts to try to recover. With Charles' recovery uncertain 
			and with the Civil War still hanging in the balance, Longfellow had 
			every reason for continued despondence. 
			It was during that Christmas season of uncertainty, though, when 
			a particular sound of the season moved him to write. The sound was 
			old and familiar. It hinted at despair but ultimately held hope. 
			
			
			
			Longfellow's poem contained seven stanzas, two of which directly 
			refer to the country's involvement in the Civil War and its impact 
			on families, his family included. Those two stanzas were dropped 
			when the poem was set to music over a decade later, but here is his 
			original poem, "Christmas Bells":
			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. 
			
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