Keep a-movin', Dan

The woman saith unto him, Sir, give me this water, that I thirst not, neither come hither to draw.

-- John 4:15

Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
    My gown of glory, hope's true gage;
    And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. 

Blood must be my body's balmer;
No other balm will there be given.
Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,
Travelleth towards the land of heaven. 

Over the silver mountains
Where spring the nectar fountains:
    There will I kiss
    The bowl of bliss,
And drink mine everlasting fill
    Upon every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before;
But after, it will thirst no more. 

-- Sir Walter Raleigh, The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage