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A Word To The 'Elect'

By Anne Bronte

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You may rejoice to think yourselves secure;     You may be grateful for the gift divine     That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure,     And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine.     But, is it sweet to look around, and view     Thousands excluded from that happiness,     Which they deserved, at least, as much as you,     Their faults not greater, nor their virtues less?     And, wherefore should you love your God the more,     Because to you alone his smiles are given;     Because he chose to pass the many o'er,     And only bring the favoured few to Heaven?     And, wherefore should your hearts more grateful prove,     Because for ALL the Saviour did not die?     Is yours the God of justice and of love     And are your bosoms warm with charity?     Say, does your heart expand to all mankind?     And, would you ever to your neighbour do     The weak, the strong, the enlightened, and the blind     As you would have your neighbour do to you?     And, when you, looking on your fellow-men,     Behold them doomed to endless misery,     How can you talk of joy and rapture then?     May God withhold such cruel joy from me!     That none deserve eternal bliss I know;     Unmerited the grace in mercy given:     But, none shall sink to everlasting woe,     That have not well deserved the wrath of Heaven.     And, Oh! there lives within my heart     A hope, long nursed by me;     (And, should its cheering ray depart,     How dark my soul would be!)     That as in Adam all have died,     In Christ shall all men live;     And ever round his throne abide,     Eternal praise to give.     That even the wicked shall at last     Be fitted for the skies;     And, when their dreadful doom is past,     To life and light arise.     I ask not, how remote the day,     Nor what the sinner's woe,     Before their dross is purged away;     Enough for me, to know     That when the cup of wrath is drained,     The metal purified,     They'll cling to what they once disdained,     And live by Him that died.

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Anne Brontë (1820–1849) was the youngest of the three Brontë sisters and the author of "Agnes Grey" and "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall," one of the first sustained feminist novels in English. Her poetry explores faith, nature, and the condition of women.

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