The Pilgrim Song
Who would true valour see
Let him come hither.
One here will constant be
Come wind, come weather.
There’s no discouragement
Will make him once relent
His first avowed 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 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 (1628 – 1688)
John Bunyan was born in Elstow, a small village just outside Bedford (Bedfordshire, England, UK) . The Jail where Bunyan spent many many years is in the town centre of Bedford on the edge of the river and still stands there today. If you get the opportunity to visit Bedford and are interested in Bunyan, then you must make time to visit the John Bunyan Museum. The Museum is just behind the Cecil Higgins Art Gallery, very close to the city centre.
There is a wealth of information on John Bunyan on the internet. To see the complete works of John Bunyan you can refer to John Bunyan online.
Alice Letts 