The pure, the bright, the beautiful,
That stirred our hearts in youth;
The impulse to a worldless pray’r,
The dreams of love and truth;
The longings after something lost;
The spirits yearning cry;
Revivings of our better hopes;
These things can never die.
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The pure, the bright, the beautiful,
These things can never die.
The pure, the bright, the beautiful,
These things can never die. |
The cruel and the bitter word,
That bounded as it fell;
The chilling want of sympathy,
We feel, but never tell.
The hard repulse that chills the heart
Whose hopes were bounding high,
Is an unfading record kept--
These things can never die.
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The timid hand stretched forth to aid
A brother in his need,
The kindly word in grief’s dark hour
That proves a friend indeed,--
The plea for mercy, softly breathed,
When justice threatens high,
The sorrow of a contrite heart--
These things can never die.
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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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