The pure, the bright, the beautiful,

　　That stirred our hearts in youth,

　　The impulses to wordless prayer,

　　The dreams of love and truth;

　　The longing after something s lost,

　　The spirit s yearning cry,

　　The striving after better hopes-

　　These things can never die.

　　The timid hand stretched forth to aid

　　A friend in his need,

　　A kindly word in grief s dark hour

　　That proves a friend indeed ;

　　The plea for mercy softly breathed,

　　When justice threatens nigh,

　　The sorrow of a contrite heart-

　　These things shall never die.

　　Let nothing pass for every hand

　　Must find some work to do ;

　　Lose not a chance to waken love

　　Be firm, and just ,and true;

　　So shall a light that cannot fade

　　Beam on thee from on high.

　　And angel voices say to thee

　　These things shall never die.

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