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BRONTE, EMILY
NO
COWARD SOUL IS MINE
No
coward soul is mine,
No
trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see
Heaven’s glory shine,
And
faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God
within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life,
that in me has rest,
As I,
undying life, have power in Thee!
Vain
are the thousand creeds
That
move man’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or
idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To
waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thy infinity,
So
surely anchored on
The
steadfast rock of immortality.
With
wide-embracing love
Thy
Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
Though
earth and moon were gone,
And
suns and universes ceased to be,
And
Thou wert left alone,
Every
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.
(Bronte, 1998)
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