No Coward Soul is Mine

BY EMILY BRONTË

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, 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.