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61 Kind words can never die,
Cherished and blest;

God knows how deep they lie,
Stored in the breast;

E'en childhood's simple rhymes
Said o'er a thousand times,

Go through all years and climes,
The heart to cheer.

Chorus.-Kind words can never die, never die,
Kind words can never die,-no, never die.

Childhood can never die;

Wrecks of the past
Float o'er the memory,

Bright to the last.

Many a happy thing,

Many a sunny spring,

Floats on Time's ceaseless wing,

Far, far away.

Chorus.-Childhood can never die, never die, &c.

Sweet thoughts can never die,
Though, like the flowers,
Their brightest hues may fly
In wintry hours.

But when the gentle dew
Gives them their charms anew,
With many an added hue
They bloom again.

Chorus.-Kind thoughts can never die, &c.

Our souls can never die,
Though in the tomb
We may all have to lie,
Wrapt in its gloom.
What though the flesh decay;
Souls pass in peace away-
Live through eternal day

With God above.

Chorus. Our souls can never die, never die,
Our souls can never die,-no, never die.

62 'Tis a lesson you should heed-
Try, try again;

If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again.

Then your courage should appear;

For, if you will persevere,

You will conquer, never fear:

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Weep not for those who have passed from our sight—
They are not gone, they are not gone;
Round thee they hover on pinions of light;
They are not gone, are not gone.

Fondly they watch thee as guardians of love,
Seeking to guide thee where'er thou dost rove,
Striving to lead thee to bright courts above;
They are not gone, are not gone.

Knowest thou not, in the stillness of night,
They are not gone, they are not gone;
Seest thou not in the visions of light,

They are not gone, are not gone?
Feelest thou not a bright presence in dreams,
Casting about thee its radiant beams-
Light which around them unceasingly gleams?
They are not gone, are not gone.

Journey serene then, till earth-life is o'er,
They are not gone, they are not gone;
Then they will guide thee to heaven's fair shore-
They are not gone, are not gone.
Then they will circle thy spirit in light,
Robing it fair for its heavenward flight
To the blest mansions, glorious, bright;
They are not gone, are not gone.