Things That Never Die
The pure, the bright, the beautifulthat stirred our hearts in youth,The impulses to wordless prayer,The streams of love and truth,The longing after something lost,The spirit's longing cry,The striving after better hopes-These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aidA brother in his need;A kindly word in grief's dark hourThat proves a friend indeed;The plea for mercy softly breathed,When justice threatens high,The sorrow of a contrite heart-These things shall never die.Let nothing pass, for every handMust find some work to do,Lose not a chance to waken love-Be firm and just and true.So shall a light that cannot fadeBeam on thee from on high,And angel voices say to thee-"These things shall never die.
by Charles Dickens /
ty symphonyoflove for the pic and words
The pure, the bright, the beautifulthat stirred our hearts in youth,The impulses to wordless prayer,The streams of love and truth,The longing after something lost,The spirit's longing cry,The striving after better hopes-These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aidA brother in his need;A kindly word in grief's dark hourThat proves a friend indeed;The plea for mercy softly breathed,When justice threatens high,The sorrow of a contrite heart-These things shall never die.Let nothing pass, for every handMust find some work to do,Lose not a chance to waken love-Be firm and just and true.So shall a light that cannot fadeBeam on thee from on high,And angel voices say to thee-"These things shall never die.
by Charles Dickens /
ty symphonyoflove for the pic and words
