Year's ending

[callmemadam]

Suddenly, the Christmas decorations look a little silly. I spent much of the morning gardening and before I came in, picked a spray of roses.



Happy New Year, everyone.

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.

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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.