‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’

January 1st, 2020 | Posted by Velda in POETRY FOR WOMEN | RETIRED FEATURE POSTS

'Ring Out, Wild Bells'

‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’  

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 it die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let it 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 womankind.

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 woman and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in 2020 that is to be.

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-92)

(changes made in bold represent current times)

'Ring Out, Wild Bells'

 

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