NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE
No coward soul is mine,
No tremble in the world’s storm-troubled sphere,
I see heaven’s glories shine
And faith shines equal arming me from fear.
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O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity,
Life that in me has rest,
As I undying life, have power in thee.
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Vain as thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid boundless main
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To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by the infinity
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immorality.
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With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
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Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou were left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee
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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.
Emily Bronte
Jan 3rd, 1846