The pure.the bright，the beautiful，
That stirred our hearts in youth
，
The impulses to wordless prayer，
The dreams of love and truth;
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，
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.
And angel voices say to thee
These things shall never die