Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Ring in the true

At the Church of the Ascension's Service of Meditation and Sacrament which we often attend of a Sunday night - including this past one, new year's eve - we were treated to a lovely setting, soprano and organ, of a poem of Alfred Lord Tennyson's from 1850 which inspires still:

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 humankind.

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.

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