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?
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;