Ring Out Wild Bells Poem

“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, Ring Out Wild Bells
🎨 Nino Peradze Art

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