Tuesday 24 September 2013

No Coward Soul Is Mine BY EMILY BRONTË

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphereI see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present DeityLife, that in me hast rest,As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men'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
Since thou art
Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.
Photo: No Coward Soul Is Mine

BY EMILY BRONTË

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphereI see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present DeityLife, that in me hast rest,As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men'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
Since thou art 
Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

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