POETRY: The Pilgrimage, by George Herbert — The Value of Sparrows

I traveled on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on the one, and on the other side The rock of Pride. And so I came to Fancy’s meadow strowed With many a flower: Fain would I here have made abode, But […]

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