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No more shall wayward grief abuse
The genial hour with mask and mime; For change of place, like growth of time, Has broke the bond of dying use.
Let cares that petty shadows cast,
And hold it solemn to the past.
But let no footstep beat the floor,
Nor bowl of wassail mantle warm:
For who would keep an ancient form Through which the spirit breathes no more?
Be neither song, nor game, nor feast,
Nor harp be touched, nor flute be blown;
What lightens in the lucid east
Of rising worlds by yonder wood.
Long sleeps the summer in the seed;
The closing cycle rich in good.
RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
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,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
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.
It is the day when he was born,
The time admits not flowers or leaves
To deck the banquet. Fiercely flies The blast of North and East, and ice Makes daggers at the sharpened eaves,
And bristles all the brakes and thorns
To yon hard crescent, as she hangs
Its leafless ribs and iron horns
Together, in the drifts that pass,
To darken on the rolling brine
That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine, Arrange the board and brim the glass;
Bring in great logs and let them lie,
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
I WILL not shut me from my kind;
I will not eat my heart alone,
What profit lies in barren faith,
And vacant yearning, though with might
What find I in the highest place,
But mine own phantom chanting hymns? And on the depths of death there swims The reflex of a human face.
I'll rather take what fruit may be
HEART-AFFLUENCE in discursive talk
Seraphic intellect and force
To seize and throw the doubts of man;
The hearer in its fiery course;
High nature amorous of the good,
But touched with no ascetic gloom; And passion pure in snowy bloom Through all the years of April blood;
A love of freedom rarely felt,
Of freedom in her regal seat
The blind hysterics of the Celt;
And manhood fused with female grace
In such a sort; the child would twine A trustful hand, unasked, in thine, And find his comfort in thy face;
All these have been, and thee mine eyes
Nor let thy wisdom make me wise.
THY Converse drew us with delight,
On thee the loyal-hearted hung,
The proud was half disarmed of pride,
To flicker with his double tongue.
The stern were mild when thou wert by,
While I, thy dearest, sat apart,
And felt thy triumph was as mine;
And loved them more, that they were thine,
The graceful tact, the Christian art;
Not mine the sweetness or the skill,
But mine the love that will not tire,
That spurs an imitative will.
THE churl in spirit, up or down,
Along the scale of ranks, through all
By blood a king, at heart a clown;