THE TRUTH DOTH NEVER DIE.
Though kingdoms, states, and empires fall,
And dynasties decay;
Though cities crumble into dust,
And nations die away;
Though gorgeous towers and palaces
In heaps of ruin lie,
Which once were proudest, of the proud,
The Truth doth never die! We'll mourn not o'er the silent past,—
Its glories are not fled,
Although its men of high renown
Be numbered with the dead.
We'll grieve not o'er what earth hath lost;
It cannot claim a sigh,
For the wrong alone hath perished—
The Truth doth never die! All of the past is living still—
All that is good and true;
The rest hath perished; and it did
Deserve to perish, too.
The world rolls ever round and round,
And time rolls ever by;
And the wrong is ever rooted up,
But the Truth doth never die!