In Memoriam
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
