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Posted by Tom Pinder on 31 Oct 2005

I came across this poem by Emily Bronte some years ago. It has always stirred my emotions and when I came across it again the other day I thought it might inspire others as it has inspired me.

Lost lines

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 hast rest,
As I - undying life - have power in thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts:
Unalterably 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 wert 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.