The song of Master-Valiant-for-Truth

…from the quills of dead white poets

John Bunyan (1618-1688)

The song of Master Valiant-for-Truth

 

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.

 

Hobgoblin, nor foul friend,

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.

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One Response to The song of Master-Valiant-for-Truth

  1. John Nae says:

    When I studied my Art History I wrote an essay on this… Brings back memories.

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