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No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere;
I see Heaven's gloried 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 - underlying 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 steadfast rock of immortality.
With wise-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears,
Though earth and man were gone,
And sun's and universe's 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 are Being and Breath,
And what Thou art might never be destroyed.
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