Lord Alfred Tennyson

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
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The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
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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.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.