The Old Stoic by Emily Bronte
Sunday, September 6th, 2009 at
00:42
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-
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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.’
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
‘Tis all that I implore-
‘Through life and death, a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
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