[ THE PILGRIM]
Who would true valour see Let him come hither! One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather: There’s no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first-avow’d intent To be a Pilgrim.
Whoso beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound: His strength the more is. No lion can him fright; He’ll with a giant fight; But he will have a right To be a Pilgrim
Nor enemy, nor fiend, Can daunt his spirit; He knows he at the end Shall Life inherit:— Then, fancies, fly away; He’ll not fear what men say; He’ll labour, night and day To be a Pilgrim.
[ THE SOLITUDE OF
ALEXANDER SELKIRK]
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.