Imperishable

The pure, the biight, Ihe beautif'ul, That ttirred uur hearts in youth, Tlie impulse of a vordlos pryr, 'l'he drenms of love nd iruth. longiiig after Eomelhing lort, The BpiritB ' yearning cry ; The strmngs lifter betUT hopes, These thinga can never die. The timid hand stvetched forth to aid A. brother in li is need The kiniJly word in grief 's dark hour Thnt pi-oves the frieud indeed, The pleo lor raercy, ioRly brtttthed, When justiee tlireatens high ; The sorruw of a eontrite hcart , The tilinga shall never die. Themeraory of clasping hand, The presaure of a kiss, And all the tlifles, swect and frail, That make up love's fifst bhss. If wuh a firm, unehii'JgiDg fuith, And liolv trust and liigh, Thosehand8hive clasped.tbose lips have met, 1 'hese things shali nevcr die. The cruel and the bitter word That uouiided as it f 11 ; The chilling want of sympathy. We feel but never teil The hard repulse that cïills the heart, Whose hopea wera bounding high, In an unfaaing record ktpt, These things shall never die. Let nothing pass, for everj' hand Must find eome work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love - Be firm, and just and Irue, So shall a liglit that oanoot fade, Beam on thee fiom on liigh And angel voices say to thee, These thinga shall never die.