Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point.

Time [is] flowing in the middle of the night.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.