Tuesday, December 30, 2008

(2008) In Memoriam by 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.

1 comment:

gurdonark said...

Thank you for sharing this.

in this season, also, John Gould Fletcher:

The Christmas Tree

I have lived long, Longer by far than once my heart desired;

Have seen the race not given to the swift, not the victory to the strong.

Have felt the salty taste of kisses and the cold ache of being tired;

Have watched the wide earth covered With chaotic fury of motor cars, Have known but little in the end, though much my mind discovered;

Have passed through deadly peace and deadlier wars; Yet this at least I find is surely mine,

After a long hard journey, and mighty cities seen-The pure sweet scent of a southern long-leafed pine,

Dangling with chains and balls of glass and toys, Into my nostrils breathed soft, rich and clean.