Last Lines - Emily Bronte

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No coward soul is mine No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories 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 men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as wither'd weeds Or idlest froth amid the boundless main To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity; So surely anchor'd on Thе steadfast rock of immortality With wide-embracing lovе Thy Spirit animates eternal years Pervades and broods above Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears Though earth and man were gone And suns and universes cease to be And Thou were 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
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- Emily Brontë