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Thursday, January 1, 2015

Ring Out Wild Bells

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 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.

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

May your coming days be filled with blessings.
Happy New Year!

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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~Emily Dickinson