No coward soul is mine

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

0 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, 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, 
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though Earth and moon 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 
Since thou art Being and Breath 
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

 By: Emily Bronte

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