  Who would true valour see Let him come hither! One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather: There’s no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first-avow’d intent To be a Pilgrim. Whoso beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound: His strength the more is. No lion can him fright; He’ll with a giant fight; But he will have a right To be a Pilgrim _ Nor enemy, nor fiend, Can daunt his spirit; He knows he at the end Shall Life inherit:— Then, fancies, fly away; He’ll not fear what men say; He’ll labour, night and day To be a Pilgrim. J. Bunyan. |
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