COWARD SOUL IS MINE
coward soul is mine,
trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
Heaven’s glory shine,
faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
that in me has rest,
undying life, have power in Thee!
are the thousand creeds
move man’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
idlest froth amid the boundless main,
waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thy infinity,
surely anchored on
steadfast rock of immortality.
Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
earth and moon were gone,
suns and universes ceased to be,
Thou wert left alone,
existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that His might could render void:
Thou -- THOU art Being and Breath,
And what THOU art may never be destroyed.