A pilgrim am I, on my way
  To seek and find the Holy Land;
Scarce had I started, when there lay
  And marched round me a fourfold band:
    A smiling Joy, a weeping Woe,
    A Hope, a Fear, did with me go;
    And one may come, or one be gone;
    But I am never more alone.

My little Hope, she pines and droops,
  And...