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These Things Shall Never Die

The pure, the bright, the

That stirred our hearts in youth,

The impulses to wordless prayer,

The streams of love and truth,

The longing after something lost,

The spirit's yearning 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

That 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

Must find some work to do,

Lost not a chance to waken love,

Be firm and just and true.

So shall a light that cannot

Beam on thee from on high,

And angel voices say to thee --"These things shall never die."Charles Dickens


Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens. 7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870. Was an English writer and social critic. He created some of the world's best-known fictional cha…

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