Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, <br />The flying cloud, the frosty light; <br />The year is dying in the night; <br />Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. <br /> <br />Ring out the old, ring in the new, <br />Ring, happy bells, across the snow: <br />The year is going, let him go; <br />Ring out the false, ring in the true. <br /> <br />Ring out the grief that saps the mind, <br />For those that here we see no more, <br />Ring out the feud of rich and poor, <br />Ring in redress to all mankind. <br /> <br />Ring out a slowly dying cause, <br />And ancient forms of party strife; <br />Ring in the nobler modes of life, <br />With sweeter manners, purer laws. <br /> <br />Ring out the want, the care the sin, <br />The faithless coldness of the times; <br />Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, <br />But ring the fuller minstrel in. <br /> <br />Ring out false pride in place and blood, <br />The civic slander and the spite; <br />Ring in the love of truth and right, <br />Ring in the common love of good. <br /> <br />Ring out old shapes of foul disease, <br />Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; <br />Ring out the thousand wars of old, <br />Ring in the thousand years of peace. <br /> <br />Ring in the valiant man and free, <br />The larger heart, the kindlier hand; <br />Ring out the darkness of the land, <br />Ring in the Christ that is to be.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ring-out-wild-bells-2/
