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"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.


The Old Stoic – 9 February 2009
By Mary T. Hoffman

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.

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