Upon The Swallow Poem by John Bunyan

Upon The Swallow

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This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings,
But could she do so if she had not wings?
Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace;
When I believe and sing my doubtings cease.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: believe,faith,wings
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John Bunyan

John Bunyan

Elstow, Bedfordshire, England.
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