Sir Walter Raleigh
Devon / England
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His Pilgrimage

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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.

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;
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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 February 2017
There will I kiss The bowl of bliss Excellent conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.dcfv
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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.vfj
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