<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><span></span></div><div><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-variant-ligatures: normal; background-color: rgb(252, 249, 249);"><font face="Helvetica">Ring Out, Wild Bells</font></pre><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; font-variant-ligatures: normal; background-color: rgb(252, 249, 249);"><font face="Helvetica">Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
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