For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.—Hebrews, xi. 13, 14.
Dearly beloved, I beseech you, as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul.—I. Peter, ii. 11.
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,