Last
Lines
by Emily
Brontė
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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!
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| Vain are the thousand creeds |
| That move men's hearts:
unutterably vain; |
| Worthless as withered weeds, |
Or idlest froth amid the
boundless main,
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| To waken doubt in one |
| Holding so fast by thine
infinity; |
| So surely anchored on |
The steadfast rock of
immortality.
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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.
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Emily Brontė
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