Classic Poem

( WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF PILGRIM'S PROGRESS .)

Sweetly they past along the desart road,
(Faithful and Christian) towards the blissful bourne,
Though many a thorn their tender feet had torn,
Ere they arrived before that bright abode;
And foes without and foes, alas! within,
Beset their steps through all the weary way, —
Still journeying onwards did they sing and pray
For grace to baffle all the snares of sin.
So passing on with hopeful hearts elate,
They reach the mansions of eternal rest,
Their Lord receives them each a happy guest,
And myriad welcomes crowd the golden gate!
Oh, that their Pilgrim zeal might fire our road,
And wing the progress of our souls to God!