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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
Here are two different musical renderings of this famous poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYb9J776_io&list=RDFYb9J776_io&start_radio=1



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