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The Old Stoic – 9 February 2009

The following poem was written by Emily Jane Brontë whose book Wuthering Heights was published a year after her death. Her sisters Charlotte and Anne were also authors.

The Old Stoic
By Emily Brontë
(July 30, 1818 – December 19, 1848)

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:

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!"

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.

To read Emily Brontë’s poem “Last Lines,” visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetry/lastlines.html 

For a large collection of poetry and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
 


"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful.  At the same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.

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