No Cowards Soul Is Mine

  • Posted on: 27 December 2010
  • By: admin

Time Period: 1818-1848
by Emily Bronte

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 is 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,
Charges, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and moon were gone,
And suns and universe cease 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 are Being and Breath
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.