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.
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.
The year is going; let him go. Ring out the false; ring in
the true.
Ring in the valiant men and free, The larger heart, the
kindlier hand.
Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that
is to be.
Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that
is to be.
- Alfred Lord
Tennyson
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