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Sir Walter Raleigh (1554?–1618)

GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staffe of faith to lean upon,

My scrip of joye—immortal diet—

My bottle of salvatión,

My gown of glory, hope’s true gage;—

And thus I take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body’s balmer,

While my soul, like peaceful palmer,

Traveleth towards the land of heaven;

Other balm will not be given.

Over the silver mountains,

Where spring the nectar fountains,

There will I kiss

The bowle of blisse,

And drink mine everlasting fill

Upon every milken-hill:

My soul will be a-dry before;

But after that will thirst no more.