Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
No Coward Soul is Mine
~Emily Bronte
As seen on: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2011/07/19
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