© 1999 The Urantia Book Fellowship
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 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.
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.
2nd January, 1846
The poem, which according to her sister Charlotte, were the last lines Emily Bronte wrote, is untitled.
There is in the mind of God a plan which embraces every creature of all his vast domains, and this plan is an eternal purpose of boundless opportunity, unlimited progress, and endless life. And the infinite treasures of such a matchless career are yours for the striving! (UB 32:5.7)