All the charm of all the Muses/ often flowering in a lonely word.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love
Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change
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 want, the care, the sin,/ The faithless coldness of the times.
Ring out the thousand wars of old,/ Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,/ Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out false pride in blood and place,/ The civic slander and the spite.
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 in the love of truth and right,Ring in the common love of good.
Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.
I dreamed there would be Spring no more,/ That Nature's ancient power was lost.