A poem for our time.
And not even written in our time.
Yet how appropriate to the time, how expressive of the cry of many hearts: the old year passing (“Let him die”), the new year budding, (“ring in the new… ring in the true”)!
We may not be able to change the existence of a deadly disease in the new year, but there are things we can change, by the grace of God. So be it!
(Thanks to Lynn Morrissey for mentioning this poem in yesterday’s comments. And by the way, it has been set to music, for our time. Here.)
Ring Out, Wild Bells [from In Memorium]
Alfred, Lord 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.