The pure the bright the beautifulThat stirred our hearts in youth The impules to wordless prayerThe dreams of love and truth Th longing after something’s lost The spirit’s yearing cry th striving after better hopesThese things can never die The timid hand strethed forth to aidA brother in his needA kindly word in grief’s dark hour The proves a friend indeedThe plea for mercy softly breathedWhen justice threatens nigh The sorrow of a contrite heart---These things will never dieLet nothing pass for every handMust find some work to do Lose not a chance to waken love---Be firm and just and trueSo shall a light that can not fadeBeam one three from on highAnd angel voices say to thee—These things shall never die.