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RING then, ring loudly, merry midnight
bells,
Peal the new lord of days blithe welcoming -
What though your sweet-scaled tones be also knells,
Be knells the while for the old fallen king
Resting his dying head upon the snow?
Ring out the old year, for the new year ring.
Mock him with laughing voices, bid him go;
Let him make haste to rest among the dead,
He is no more it lord for life to know.
Ring in the coming year; his power has fled,
He has no blessing and no sorrow more.
Ah well; yet should no tear for him be shed
Surely some gift of good to men he bore,
He too was greeted as an honoured guest;
Ah fickle! do we joy his reign is o'er?
Should we so vex him, as he sinks to rest,
Greeting with glad acclaim his passing sigh?
He droops into his grave unmourned, unblest;
With dying ears he hears the joyous cry
That bids his rival take his crown and reign;
The mirth of music and of songs laughs by;
He hears men merry at his dying pain,
"He breathes his last, laugh him a gay good-bye." -
And yet he did not live with us in vain.
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
Two Maidens |
