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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idle froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity ; So surely anchored on The stedfast rock of immortality .
Emily Brontë, in No Coward Soul Is Mine (1848). | ||
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