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RIN G O U T WILD BELLS
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.
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.
R in g
CHRISTMAS IN T H E H EART
I t is Christinas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silken frocks;
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mother’s filling little socks.
It is Christmas on the highway,
In thè thronging, busy m art;
But the dearest truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.
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.
— Alfred T ennyson
The battle against injustice is never
hopeless. I cannot understand why so
many industrialists take a defeatist atti
tude and believe that falsehood and in
justice will triumph.— John W. Scoville
Giustina Lumber
Company
Lumber, Shingles, and
Building M aterial
Phone 1010
Eugene, Oregon
Bottling Company of Corvallis