NEW YEAR'S DAY "O DIRGE FOR THE YEAR RPHAN hours, the year is dead, * PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. RING OUT, WILD BELLS Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Ring, happy bells, across the snow; 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, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, Ring in the Christ that is to be. ALFRED TENNYSON THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, Old year, you must not die; He lieth still: he doth not move: He gave me a friend, and a true true-love, Old Such joy as you have seen How hard he breathes! over the snow The cricket chirps: the light burns low: Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: What is it we can do for you Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Close up his eyes: tie up his chin: That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door. ALFRED TENNYSON. |