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!
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