söndag 24 augusti 2008

Upon the Snail

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Upon the Snail
She goes but softly, but she goes sure;
She stumbles not as stronger creatures do:
Her journey's shorter, so she may endure
Better than they which do much further go.

She makes no noise, but still seizeth on
The flower or herb appointed for her food,
The which she quietly doth feed upon,
While others range, and gare, but find no good.

And though she doth but very softly go,
However 'tis not fast, nor slow, but sure;
And certainly they that do travel so,
The prize they do aim at they do procure.

7777777777777John Bunyan

2 kommentarer:

  1. Thank you for posting that lovely poem. I am a snail-like creature, who likes to stay in quiet and familiar places.

  2. What a nice poem, completely new to me. I feel rather like her myself.

    Snails are not familiar creatures to me. We have occasional slugs if it is very wet, but I don't think I've ever seen a snail - except for a week we spent in Wales in 1992. We rented a house with a large garden, and snails were just eating it away.