“....
the primal sympathy
Which having been must
ever be.”
Let our hearts warm to the battle cry of advancing civilisation and the attainment of the ideal humanity, soaring upwards step by step, re-echoing the prayer contained in those lilting stanzas with which Tennyson greets the 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 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.
“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.”
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CHAPTER XVIII.
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN.
“I saw Eternity
the other night
Like a great ring
of pure and endless light,
All
calm, as it was bright:—
And round beneath
it, time in hours, days, years,
Driven
by the spheres,
Like a vast shadow
moved, in which the world
And
all her train were hurl’d.”