Last Lines
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
cease
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.
