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 Lord Tennyson