The Pilgrims Progress

On this path, this somber trail Many rivers we have crossed Not without the pilgrims plight Fore dreaded sights beseech our heels And lingering nights tinkered deep, On we march to victory’s dawn! On this road laid with thorns Forlorn wind and sinking sand With blighted feet we thread along To the ray of hope in our horizon, The light is near for victory’s dawn. Weary not poor traveler’s sole, Despair not the soul within, Hearken not to dissent flute, Fasten not on sorrow’s brood, Hasten on for victory looms! On this path such somber trail Our limbs wane, our heart ached, Our sight set to the distant light In the glow beckons our victory song. Weary not poor traveler’s sole, Despair not the soul within, Hearken not to dissent flute, Fasten not on sorrow’s brood, Hasten on for victory looms!