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.
Who so 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.
Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend,
Can daunt his spirit;
He knows, he at the end,
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day,
To be a pilgrim.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Who Would True Valour See
The words of Valiant, as recorded by John Bunyan in Part 2 of The Pilgrim's Progress in The Works of John Bunyan, Vol. 3, p. 235:
Labels:
Christian Walk,
John Bunyan,
Poetry,
Puritan
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