| The following are the
last lines my sister Emily ever wrote:-
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!
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 stedfast 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. |
