Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
\nThe flying cloud, the frosty light;
\nThe year is dying in the night;
\nRing out, wild bells, and let him die.<\/p>\n
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
\nRing, happy bells, across the snow:
\nThe year is going, let him go;
\nRing out the false, ring in the true.
\nRing out the grief that saps the mind,
\nFor those that here we see no more,
\nRing out the feud of rich and poor,
\nRing in redress to all mankind.
\nRing out a slowly dying cause,
\nAnd ancient forms of party strife;
\nRing in the nobler modes of life,
\nWith sweeter manners, purer laws.
\nRing out the want, the care the sin,
\nThe faithless coldness of the times;
\nRing out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
\nBut ring the fuller minstrel in.<\/p>\n
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
\nThe civic slander and the spite;
\nRing in the love of truth and right,
\nRing in the common love of good.<\/p>\n
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
\nRing out the narrowing lust of gold;
\nRing out the thousand wars of old,
\nRing in the thousand years of peace.<\/p>\n
Ring in the valiant man and free,
\nThe larger heart, the kindlier hand;
\nRing out the darkness of the land,
\nRing in the Christ that is to be.<\/p>\n
–Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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