1.
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.
4.
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.
~Horace Waters
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