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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 only balmer Whilst my soul, like a quiet Palmer, Travelleth towards the land of Heaven; No other balm will there be given.
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 only balmer Whilst my soul, like a quiet Palmer, Travelleth towards the land of Heaven; No other balm will there be given.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- Sir W. Raleigh (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 442 · printed citation: Sir W. Raleigh · subject: PILGRIMAGE
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