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Emily Jane Bronte - The Old Stoic
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Riches I hold in light esteem,
And love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish`d 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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