John Bunyan (Джон Баньян)

Upon the Swallow

This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings,
But could she do so if she had not wings?
Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace;
When I believe and sing my doubtings cease.

1. Of the Going down of the Sun
2. Upon a Snail
3. Of Godly Fear
4. Upon Fire
5. Of the Love of Christ

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