29 THE PILGRIM

THE PILGRIM Who would true valor 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 labor, night and day, To be a Pilgrim.

_--J. Bunyan_