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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

My Pilgrimage

XX. Sir Walter Raleigh

GIUE me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staffe of faith to walk upon,

My scrip of ioye, (immortal diet!)

My bottle of saluation,

My gowne of glory, hope’s true gage;

—And thus I take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body’s balmer,

While my soule, like peaceful palmer,

Travelleth towards the land of heauen:

Other balm will not be giuen.

Over the silver mountains,

Where spring the nectar-fountains,

There will I kiss

The bowle of bliss,

And drink mine everlasting fill

Upon euery milken hill:

My soule will be adry before,

But after that will thirst no more.

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