St Mary’s Church Scarborough

St Mary’s Church Scarborough is where Anne Bronte is buried and how apt her poem transcribed below


 In Memory of a Happy Day in February
 Blessed be Thou
for all the joy My soul has felt to-day!
 Oh, let its memory stay with me,
And never pass away!
 I was alone,
for those I loved Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.
Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
 ‘Twas sweet;
 but neither sun nor wind
 Could cheer my spirit so.
Was it some feeling of delight
All vague and undefined?
No; ’twas a rapture deep and strong,
 Expanding in the mind.
 Was it a sanguine view of life,
 And all its transient bliss,
A hope of bright prosperity?
 Oh, no! it was not this.
 It was a glimpse of truth divine
Unto my spirit given,
 Illumined by a ray of light
That shone direct from heaven.
 I felt there was a God on high,
 By whom all things were made;
 I saw His wisdom and His power
 In all his works displayed.
 But most throughout the moral world,
 I saw his glory shine;
 I saw His wisdom infinite,
 His mercy all divine.
 Deep secrets of His providence,
 In darkness long concealed,
Unto the vision of my soul
Were graciously revealed.
But while I wondered and adored
 His Majesty divine,
I did not tremble at His power:
 I felt that God was mine;
Anne Bronte