PoEm: His Pilgrimage

His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh

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GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staff of faith to walk upon,

My scrip of joy, immortal diet,

My bottle of salvation,

My gown of glory, hope's true gage;

And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
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Blood must be my body's balmer;

No other balm will there be given:

Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,

Travelleth towards the land of heaven;

Over the silver mountains,

Where spring the nectar fountains;

There will I kiss

The bowl of bliss;

And drink mine everlasting fill

Upon every milken hill.

My soul will be a-dry before;

But, after, it will thirst no more.

Read and Enjoy. Sir Walter Raleigh has been one of my favourite poets for a few years now. If you enjoy this poem Check out "The Nymphs Reply to the Sheperd".