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The pure, the bright, the beautiful,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulsestowordlessprayer,
Thedreamsofloveandtruth,
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,
Abrotherinhisneed,
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
Befirm,andjust,and true;
So shall a light that cannot fade,
Beam ontheefromonhigh.
Andangelvoicessaytothee-
These things shall never die.
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