Just a few hours before my first class, and reading a classic poem. It makes me feel warm and tingly. And I think of what my own education has come and will continue to be. I'm all set to go. I'm walking now. I'll be back soon, bye!
His Pilgrimage
By Sir Walter Raleigh
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 balmer;
No other balm will there be given;
Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,
Travelleth towards the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where the spring the nectar fountains;
There will I kiss
The bowl of bliss;
And drink mine everlasting fill
Upon every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before;
But, after, it will thirst no more.
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