Mournful Skank – Ring out (Tennyson-Buchanan-Brueghel) / Cold acoustic minimal reggae poem CCBYNCSA


Wild bells, to the wild sky,
flying cloud, frosty light: The year is dying in the night; then let him die… The old rings in the new, (Ring) happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; The false rings in the true. The grief that saps the mind (Ring in) we see no more; a slowly dying cause, nobler modes of life, with sweeter manners, purer laws. The want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; ring out my mournful rhymes But ring the fuller minstrel in. False pride in place and blood, civic slander and the spite; the love of truth and right, the common love of good. Old shapes of foul disease; narrowing lust of gold; (Ring out) thousand wars of old, thousand years of peace. (Ring in) Valiant man and free, larger heart, kindlier hand; the darkness of the land, (Ring in) the Christ that is to be.

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