The PILGRIMAGE.
Written by Sir Walter Raleigh, Knight, After his CONDEMNATION, The Day before his Death.
Give me my Scollap-Shell of Quiet,
My Staff of Faith to lean upon;
My Scrip of Joy, Immortal Diet,
My Bottle of Salvation;
My Gown of Glory, Hopes True Gage:
And thus I'll go my Pilgrimage.
Blood must be my Body's Balm,
For here no other Balm is given;
Whilst my Soul, like a quiet Palm,
Travels to the Land of Heaven,
And there I'll kiss the Bowl of Bliss,
And drink m'Eternal Fill on e v'ry milky Hill.
My Soul may be a thirst before;
But after, it shall ne'er thirst more.
And in this happy Blissful Way
More Painful Pilgrims I shall see,
Which have put off their Rags of Clay,
And go Apparell'd Fresh, like me:
I'll bring them first to quench their Thirst
To the Pure Wells where Sweetness dwells;
And then to Taste of Nectar-Suckets,
Drawn up by Saints in Cristal Buckets.
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Image: Thomas Cole. Study for Two Youths Enter Upon a Pilgrimage, 1846-48, Oil on canvas, Edwin A. Ulrich Museum of Art, Witchita State University; Gift of Sam and Rie Bloomfield, 1954 1. 2. Photo courtesy of the Edwin A. Ulrich Museum of Art.
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In St Mary’s prayer cycle for June 2020, today we pray For those whose treatment is on hold because of the virus.
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