Though Kingdoms, States, and Empires fall,
And dynasties decay;
Though cities crumble into dust,
And nations die away;
Though gorgeous towers and palaces
... In heaps of ruin lie,
Which once were proudest of the proud,
The Truth doth never die.

We’ll mourn not o’er the silent past;
Its glories are not fled,
Although its men of high renown
Be numbered with the dead.
We’ll grieve not o’er what earth has lost;
It cannot claim a sigh;
For the wrong alone hath perished;
The Truth doth never die.

All of the Past is living still---
All that is good and true;
The rest hath perished, and it did
Deserve to perish, too!
The world rolls ever round and round,
And time rolls ever by;
And the wrong is ever rooted up,
BUT THE TRUTH DOTH NEVER DIE!