A light that cannot fade
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T h e s e W i n g s S h a l l N e v e r D i e
Laurelwood Cemetery
Rock Hill, South Carolina
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The pure, the bright, the beautiful
That stirred our hearts in youth
The moments spent in wordless prayer
The dreams 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 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 can 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 can never die.
~Charles Dickens~
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