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 G-d 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 withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine 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 man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased 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.
[Emily Bronte]
Jamie
This is another oh so beautiful one. I love it. Go right on with what you are doing.
May I refer some friends to your Blog?
Good evening, Ike,
Our Emily is a lovely poet, isn’t she? She has a way of capturing exactly the right mood. I do sometimes post classic poems like this one just for the enjoyment they bring. This one is for a very noble friend in WA.
Please do refer anyone, Ike. I’m getting the hang of this site now, so I feel better about keeping track of comments and making replies. (I’m a slow learner 😉 )