Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
I found Him in the shining of the stars.
Attain the unattainable.
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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.