The Shephered Boy's Song
He That is Down, Needs fear no fall, He That is Law, no pride; He That is Humble,ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what i Have, Little be it, or much; And, Lord,Contentment still i crave, Because Though savest such. Fullness to such a burden is That go on pilgrimage; Here little, And hereafter bliss Is best from age to age.
Who Would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come Wind, Come Wather.
There's no discouragenment Shall make hom once relent His first avow'd intent To be a pilgrim. Whose beset him round, With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound; His Strength the more is No lion can him fright, He will with a giant fight, But he will have a right to be pilgirm. Hobgoblin, nor foul friend, Can daunt his spirit; He Knows, he at the end Shall life in herit. Then fancies fly away, He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrrim.
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