I offer the following poem by Emily Bronte to all of you who have ever felt discouraged by all the ugliness and destruction in the world…
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving
Come back and dwell with me.
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
Ive seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry.
Ive watched thee every hour;
I know my mighty sway,
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.
Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet none would ask a heaven
More like this earth than thine.
Then let my winds caress thee;
Thy comrade let me be
Since nought beside can bless thee,
Return and dwell with me.
by Emily Jane Bronte