Editorials

Ring out, wild bells

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light sky

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:

he 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 …

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