Lord Alfred Tennyson

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.

This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.

The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.