“The Old Stoic,” by Emily Brontรซ

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanishโ€™d with the morn;
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, โ€œLeave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!โ€
Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
โ€™Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.