Clasics in Ñspel: NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE, by Emily Brontë

NO CAWD SOUL Z MÎN

Eṃli Bronte

No cawd soul z mîn
No tremblr
in ɖ wrld’z storm-trubld sfir
I si Hevn’z gloriz śîn
N Feʈ śînz īql armñ m fṛm Fir

Ǒ God wɖn mî brest
Olmîti evr-preznt Deyti
Lîf, ɖt in m hst rest,
Az I Undayñ Lîf, hv pǎr in Ɖi

Ven r ɖ ʈǎznd crīdz
Ɖt muv men’z hārts, unutṛbli ven,
Wrʈlis az wiɖrd wīdz
Or îḍlist froʈ amd ɖ bǎndlis mên

T wecn dǎt in wn
Holdñ so fast bî ɖî infiṇti,
So śrli ancrd on
Ɖ stedfast roc v Imortaḷti.

Wɖ wîd-imbresñ luv
Ɖî spirit aṇmets itrnl yirz
Pvedz n brūdz abv,
Ćenjz, sstenz, dzolvz, criets n rirz

Ɖo rʈ n mūn wr gn
N súnz n yṇvrsz sīst t b
N Ɖǎ wrt left alon
Evri Xistns wd xist in ɖi

Ɖr z nt rūm fr Deʈ
Nr atm ɖt hiz mît cd rendr vôd
Sins ɖǎ art Biyñ n Breʈ
N ẃt ɖǎ art me nvr b dstroid.

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