Monday, January 4, 2010

Happy New Year

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 forms 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 for gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in a 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!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1850


"Do not look forward to the changes and chances of this life in fear; rather look to them with full hope that, as they arise, God, whose you are, will deliver you out of them. He is your Keeper. He has kept you hitherto. Do you but hold fast to His dear hand, and He will lead you safely through all things; and, when you cannot stand, He will bear you in His arms. Do not look with fear to what may happen tomorrow. Our Father will either shield you from suffering, or He will give you strength to bear it." -St. Francis De Sales







A Child's Hymn
God, make my life a little light
Within the world to glow;
A little flame that burneth bright
Wherever I may go.
God, make my life a little flower
That giveth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower,
Although the place be small.
God, make my life a little song
That comforteth the sad;
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.
God, make my life a little staff
Whereon the weak may rest,
That so the health and strength I have
May serve my neighbors best.
God, make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise;
Of faith, that never waxeth dim
In all His wondrous ways.
-Matilda B. Edwards









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