Delphi Complete Works of the Brontes Charlotte, Emily, Anne Brontë (Illustrated) (427 page)

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Authors: CHARLOTTE BRONTE,EMILY BRONTE,ANNE BRONTE,PATRICK BRONTE,ELIZABETH GASKELL

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Might my sad soul rejoice.
 
Dull is thine ear, unheard by thee
The still, small voice of Heaven;
Thine eyes are dim and cannot see
The helps that God has given.
There is a bridge o’er every flood
Which thou canst not perceive;
A path through every tangled wood,
But thou wilt not believe.
 
Striving to make thy way by force,
Toil-spent and bramble-torn,
Thou’lt fell the tree that checks thy course,
And burst through brier and thorn:
And, pausing by the river’s side,
Poor reasoner! thou wilt deem,
By casting pebbles in its tide,
To cross the swelling stream.
 
Right through the flinty rock thou’lt try
Thy toilsome way to bore,
Regardless of the pathway nigh
That would conduct thee o’er
Not only art thou, then, unkind,
And freezing cold to me,
But unbelieving, deaf, and blind:
I will not walk with thee!
 
Spirit of Pride! thy wings are strong,
Thine eyes like lightning shine;
Ecstatic joys to thee belong,
And powers almost divine.
But ‘tis a false, destructive blaze
Within those eyes I see;
Turn hence their fascinating gaze;
I will not follow thee.
 
“Coward and fool!” thou mayst reply,
Walk on the common sod;
Go, trace with timid foot and eye
The steps by others trod.
‘Tis best the beaten path to keep,
The ancient faith to hold;
To pasture with thy fellow-sheep,
And lie within the fold.
 
“Cling to the earth, poor grovelling worm;
‘Tis not for thee to soar
Against the fury of the storm,
Amid the thunder’s roar!
There’s glory in that daring strife
Unknown, undreamt by thee;
There’s speechless rapture in the life
Of those who follow me.
 
Yes, I have seen thy votaries oft,
Upheld by thee their guide,
In strength and courage mount aloft
The steepy mountain-side;
I’ve seen them stand against the sky,
And gazing from below,
Beheld thy lightning in their eye
Thy triumph on their brow.
 
Oh, I have felt what glory then,
What transport must be theirs!
So far above their fellow-men,
Above their toils and cares;
Inhaling Nature’s purest breath,
Her riches round them spread,
The wide expanse of earth beneath,
Heaven’s glories overhead!
 
But I have seen them helpless, dash’d
Down to a bloody grave,
And still thy ruthless eye has flash’d,
Thy strong hand did not save;
I’ve seen some o’er the mountain’s brow
Sustain’d awhile by thee,
O’er rocks of ice and hills of snow
Bound fearless, wild, and free.
 
Bold and exultant was their mien,
While thou didst cheer them on;
But evening fell, — and then, I ween,
Their faithless guide was gone.
Alas! how fared thy favourites then, —
 
Lone, helpless, weary, cold?
Did ever wanderer find again
The path he left of old?
 
Where is their glory, where the pride
That swelled their hearts before?
Where now the courage that defied
The mightiest tempest’s roar?
What shall they do when night grows black,
When angry storms arise?
Who now will lead them to the track
Thou taught’st them to despise?
 
Spirit of Pride, it needs not this
To make me shun thy wiles,
Renounce thy triumph and thy bliss,
Thy honours and thy smiles!
Bright as thou art, and bold, and strong,
That fierce glance wins not me,
And I abhor thy scoffing tongue —
 
I will not follow thee!
 
Spirit of Faith! be thou my guide,
O clasp my hand in thine,
And let me never quit thy side;
Thy comforts are divine!
Earth calls thee blind, misguided one, —
 
But who can shew like thee
Forgotten things that have been done,
And things that are to be?
 
Secrets conceal’d from Nature’s ken,
Who like thee can declare?
Or who like thee to erring men
God’s holy will can bear?
Pride scorns thee for thy lowly mien, —
 
But who like thee can rise
Above this toilsome, sordid scene,
Beyond the holy skies?
 
Meek is thine eye and soft thy voice,
But wondrous is thy might,
To make the wretched soul rejoice,
To give the simple light!
And still to all that seek thy way
This magic power is given, —
 
E’en while their footsteps press the clay,
Their souls ascend to heaven.
 
Danger surrounds them, — pain and woe
Their portion here must be,
But only they that trust thee know
What comfort dwells with thee;
Strength to sustain their drooping pow’rs,
And vigour to defend, —
 
Thou pole-star of my darkest hours
Affliction’s firmest friend!
 
Day does not always mark our way,
Night’s shadows oft appal,
But lead me, and I cannot stray, —
 
Hold me, I shall not fall;
Sustain me, I shall never faint,
How rough soe’er may be
My upward road, — nor moan, nor plaint
Shall mar my trust in thee.
 
Narrow the path by which we go,
And oft it turns aside
From pleasant meads where roses blow,
And peaceful waters glide;
Where flowery turf lies green and soft,
And gentle gales are sweet,
To where dark mountains frown aloft,
Hard rocks distress the feet, —
 
Deserts beyond lie bleak and bare,
And keen winds round us blow;
But if thy hand conducts me there,
The way is right, I know.
I have no wish to turn away;
My spirit does not quail, —
 
How can it while I hear thee say,
“Press forward and prevail!”
 
Even above the tempest’s swell
I hear thy voice of love, —
 
Of hope and peace, I hear thee tell,
And that blest home above;
Through pain and death I can rejoice.
If but thy strength be mine, —
 
Earth hath no music like thy voice,

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