不会消逝的美好

　　The 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.