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, ringlet 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
Wishing you all a Happy and Healthy New Year, full of inspiration, love, good books, and poetry, Mary
The last line is charged with the expectant hope that arises once we let go of our attempts to control Christ’s coming among us – attempts that usually limit access to those that are deemed worthy. This creates small pools of stagnant water. The Spirit desires to flow unimpeded – refreshing all she encounters – as he rushes and dances like a playful waterfall. “Behold, I make all things new again!” That makes for a Happy New Year…
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Thanks for sharing the poem Mary, and I’d like to thank you for following my blog/website, I appreciate your support, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor
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