A sentiment and a poem for 2002

[kellinator]

If I can survive 2002, I can survive anything.


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.

I've always loved this poem. Today it's so appropriate. (No offense intended to non-Christians, naturally.)

Comments

[jema.livejournal.com]

this poem is read on TV each new years eve, in swedish translation that it, and has been read since the 40:ies or so.

[sassyelf.livejournal.com]

Happy New Year!
Saw the post earlier about the drunk in the middle of the Gulf, (or wherever you were) very cool, very cool!
headed to mega bash, seeya later