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176 Tell them also, how Master Fearing went

On pilgrimage, and how the time he spent

In solitariness, with fears and cries;

And how, at last, he won the joyful prize.

He was a good man, though much down in spirit;

He is a good man, and doth life inherit.

Tell them of Master Feeble-mind also,

Who not before, but still behind would go.

Show them also, how he had like been slain.

And how one Great-heart did his life regain.

This man was true of heart, though weak in grace;

One might true godliness read in his face.

Then tell them of Master Ready-to-halt,

A man with crutches, but much without fault;

Tell them how Master Feeble-mind and he

Did love, and in opinions much agree:

And let all know, though weakness was their chance,

Yet sometimes one could sing, the other dance.

Forget not Master Valiantfor-the-truth,

That man of courage, though a very youth.

Tell every one his spirit was so stout,

No man could ever make him face about;

And how Great-heart and he could not forbear,

But pull down Doubting Castle, slay Despair!

Overlook not Master Despondency,

No Much-afraid, his daughter, though they lie

Under such mantles as may make them look

(With some) as if their God had them forsook.

They softly went, but sure; and, at the end,

Found that the Lord of Pilgrims was their friend.