these thgs shall never die
这些美好不会消逝
charles dickens/查尔斯·狄更斯
the pure，the bright，the beautiful，
that stirred our hearts youth，
the ipulses to wordless prayer，
the dreas of love and truth；
the longg after thg‘s lost，
the spirit’s yearng cry，
the strivg after better hopes—
these thgs can never die
the tiid hand stretched forth to aid
a brother his need，
a kdly word grief‘s dark hour
that proves a friend deed；
the plea for rcy ftly breathed，
when jtice threatens nigh，