She goes but softly, but she goeth sure, <br />She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do. <br />Her journey's shorter, so she may endure <br />Better than they which do much farther go. <br />She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on <br />The flower or herb appointed for her food, <br />The which she quietly doth feed upon <br />While others range and glare, but find no good. <br />And though she doth but very softly go, <br />However, 'tis not fast nor slow, but sure; <br />And certainly they that do travel so, <br />The prize they do aim at they do procure. <br /> <br />Comparison. <br /> <br />Although they seem not much to stir, less go, <br />For Christ that hunger, or from wrath that flee, <br />Yet what they seek for quickly they come to, <br />Though it doth seem the farthest off to be. <br />One act of faith doth bring them to that flower <br />They so long for, that they may eat and live, <br />Which, to attain, is not in others power, <br />Though for it a king's ransom they would give. <br />Then let none faint, nor be at all dismayed <br />That life by Christ do seek, they shall not fail <br />To have it; let them nothing be afraid; <br />The herb and flower are eaten by the snail.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-snail/
