The Steadfast Changeless Shore

"But I'll not fear. I will not weep

For those whose bodies rest in sleep,-

I know there is a blessed shore,

Opening its ports for me and mine

And, gazing Time's wide waters o'ver,

I weary for that land divine,

Where we were born, where you and I

Shall meet our dearest, when we die

From suffering and corruption free,

Restored into the Deity."

"Well hast thou spoken, sweet, trustful child!

And wiser than thy sire:

And worldly tempests, raging wild,

Shall strengthen thy desire-

Thy fervent hope, through storm and foam.

Through wind and ocean's roar,

To reach, at last, the eternal home,

The steadfast changeless shore!" 

(from "Faith and Despondency", Charlotte Bronte)