The pure.the bright,the beautiful,

That stirred our hearts in youth,

The impulses to wordless prayer,

The dreams of love and truth istick 100w;

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 brother 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 ud bellus,

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 ego one vt.

And angel voices say to thee---

These things shall never die.

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