Poem by John Bunyan

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. Love Inducin Christian Conduct
2. Upon the Thief
3. Upon the Pismire
4. How Graces Are to Be Obtained
5. Upon a Snail

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