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Show ; THINGS THAT MLVEB. MS. The pur, the bright, the beautiful. That stirred our hearts in youth The impulses- to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry. The strivings after bitter hopes i These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need. A kindly-word in griefs dark hour That prove a friend Indeed; The plea for mercy softly breathed, When Justice threatens high The sorrow of a contrite hearts These things shall never die. , . The memory of a clasping hand, 1 The presssure of a kiss. And all the trifles, sweet and fraB That make up love's first blUa; If with a firm., unchanging faith, i And holy trust and hth. Those hands have clasped, those lips hava -met These things shall never die. The cruel and the bitter word. That wounded as it fell; The chilling want of sympathy We feel, but never tell : The hard repulse that chills the heai Whose hopes, were bounding high, In an unfading record kept These things shall never die. I Let nothing pass, for every hand . Must Ana some work to do; Lose not -chanc to waken lovs Be firm, and Just, snd true; So shall a light that can not fad " , Beam on thee from on high, i And angel voices say to thee .. These things shall never die. - Charles D!ce |