My God! O let me call Thee mine!Weak, wretched sinner though I be,My trembling soul would fain be Thine,My feeble faith still clings to Thee. Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaringAnd carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)