From In Memoriam (106),
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
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.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
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.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the love that is to be.
Prometheus Unbound 
Thank you, Santi, for posting such a beautiful New Year’s poem. May we manifest our best impulses.
Thought you should know, the last line of Tennyson’s poem actually reads “Ring in the Christ that is to be.” Have a blessed new year.
I looked up the poem in the Norton Critical Edition and discovered that you are, indeed, correct. I wonder where the variant came from. I don’t recall now where I got the poem originally. It’s certainly not my change. I’ll make a new post for this New Year with the correct conclusion.
–Santi