Who would true Valour see
Let him come hither;

Who would true Valour see
     Let him come hither;
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'll 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'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour Night and Day,
     To be a Pilgrim.

~ John Bunyan

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