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May 25 wee hours on FridayThe pure,the bright,the beautiful,
That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longing after something's lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The striving 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 nigh, The sorrow of a contrite heart- 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 cannot fade
Beam on thee from on high. And angel voices say to thee- These things shall never die. Charles Dickens Trackbacks (1)The trackback URL for this entry is: http://leon-daliu.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!B182F05CA40CA271!764.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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