Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell by Emily Brontë;Charlotte Brontë;Anne Brontë
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Worker, thinker, firm defender
Of Heaven's truth--man's liberty; Soul of iron--proof to slander, Rock where founders tyranny. Fame he seeks not--but full surely She will seek him, in his home; This I know, and wait securely For the atoning hour to come. To that man my faith is given, Therefore, soldier, cease to sue; While God reigns in earth and heaven, I to him will still be true! EVENING SOLACE. The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;-- The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, |
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