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.

Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.