ïhe mire. the bright, tlie beautiful That stirred our lieavts in youtli, The iiii)ilso toa wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth ; The longings after -sometbing lost, ïhe spirit's yeffrüing cry, The strivings after better hopes, - These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth lo aid A brother in liis need, The kindly word in griéfs dark hour That proves a friend indeed, - The plea for mercy sóitly breathed, U lien justice threateus liigh, Xlie sorrow of a coíitrite heart - These things shall uever die. The memory of a clasping hand. Tlie pressure of a kiss, Aixl all the trilles sweet and frail, That mako up love's lirst bliss ; Ifwith a finii unoliiinging faith, And holy trust and liigh, Those hands have clasped, those lips have me!, These things shall never die. The crnel and'the bitter word, That wounded as it feil ; The chilling want of synipathy "Ve feel but never teil The hard repulse that chills the heart Whose hopes were bounding high, In an unfading record kept - 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 lirn and just and true. So shall a light that eannot fade Beam on thee froni on high, And angel voices say to thee - These things shall never die.