THE OLD STOIC
Set by John Mitchell (1941-) op. 71 (1989), from Seven Journeys to Earth, part 2, no. 1.
Text by Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the morn:
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"
Yes, as my swift days near their goal
'Tis all that I implore;
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
The Beauty of Touch
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