Ring Out, Wild Bells

Ring Out, Wild Bells – by Alfred 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.

Alfred Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria’s reign and remains one of the most popular British poets.

Tennyson was born in Somersby, Lincolnshire, a rector’s son and fourth of 12 children. He derived from a middle-class line of Tennysons, but also had a noble and royal ancestry.

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“The Garden at Somersby Rectory” by W. E. F. Britten, from the 1901 book, The Early Poems of Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, died on 6 October 1892 at his home in Haslemere, Surrey.

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On October 11 the coffin was brought to Westminster Abbey and lay overnight in St Faith’s chapel (just off the south transept).

The chapel was hung with purple and the Union Flag covered the coffin.

 

The many wreaths and flowers were collected together in the Jerusalem Chamber, a room in the Deanery. Queen Victoria’s tribute was a laurel wreath containing an inset lyre.

Now, in Tokyo, it is 4:07p.m. Sunday, December 30, 2012. Old year is going and New Year is coming.

I wish all people a Happy New Year.

Postscript, I make plans to go to Egypt from 14 next month. It will be half a month trip. So I am very busy right now. After the trip, I will release new post on this blog.

Good-bye.

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