Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!