A bit of poetry

The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth,

One is nearer God's heart in a garden

Than anywhere else on earth.

Dorothy Frances Gurney

To be a 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 avowed intent

To be a pilgrim"

John Bunyan