THINGS THAT NEVER DIE

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, Cal. · Jul 18, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 29.

THINGS THAT NEVER DIE.

THE pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes— These things can never die.

The timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need; A kindly word in grief's dark hour 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.

The cruel and the bitter word, That wounded as it fell; The chilling want of sympathy We feel but never tell; 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 firm, and just, and true; So shall a light that can not fade Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee— These things shall never die. —Anon.