J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Emily Brontë (18181848)Last Lines
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No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life—that in me has rest,
As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idle froth amid the boundless main,
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou were left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou—Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.