The pure.the bright,the beautiful,

  That stirred our hearts in youth,

  The impulses to wordless prayer Dentist central,

  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 Teeth whitening,

  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 Implant.

  And angel voices say to thee---

  These things shall never die.