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2.8.2: “No Coward Soul Is Mine”

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    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 idle 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.


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