LAST LINES by: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)

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 wither'd weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine Infinity;
So surely anchor'd 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 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.

Thoughts:  I'd be interested in knowing what sustained a person like E. Bronte.  From what I've read --the family seemed close-knit.  Probably had to be living where they did.  But, there had to be something more -- the woman's spirit seems of iron.  Perhaps the Deity she speaks of is the Christian?

The Old Stoic by Emily Bronte

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the morn:

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"

Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
'Tis all that I implore ;
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.

Wuthering Heights

This is a wrapper for the Classics Illustrated comic #59 found at http://www.tkinter.smig.net/map.htm or http://www.tkinter.smig.net/ClassicsIllustrated/index.htm   

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