John Bunyan

Here you will find the Poem The Pilgrim of poet John Bunyan

The Pilgrim

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 Storys, 
Do but themselves Confound; 
His Strength the more is. 
No Lyon can him fright, 
He'l with a Gyant 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'l fear not what men say, 
He'l labour Night and Day, 
To be a Pilgrim.