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The pure, the beautiful, the bright,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulse to a wordless prayer.
The dreams of love and truth,
The longings after something lost,
The spirit's yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes.
These things can never die.

Sarah Doudney, 1843


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