rld with a kindly air;
'The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there.
Your path is thorny and rough and crude,
And mine is broad and plain;
My road is paved with flowers and gems,
And yours with tears and pain.
The sky above me is always blue:
No want, no toil, I know;
The sky above you is always dark;
Your lot is a lot of woe.
My path, you see, is a broad, fair path,
And my gate is high and wide--
There is room enough for you and for me
To travel side by side.'

"Half shyly the Church approached the World,
And gave him her hand of snow:
The old World grasped it and walked along,
Saying, in accents low,
'Your dress is too simple to please my taste;
I will give you pearls to wear,
Rich velvet and silks for your graceful form,
And diamonds to deck your hair.'
The Church looked down at her plain white robes,
And then at the dazzling World,
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip
With a smile contemptuous curled.
'I will change my dress for a costlier one,'
Said the Church with a smile of grace;
Then her pure garments drifted away,
And the World gave in their place,
Beautiful satins, and shining silks,
And roses and gems and pearls;
And over her forehead her bright hair fell
Crisped in a thousand curls.

"'Your house is too plain,' said the proud old World,
'I'll build you one like mine:
Carpets of Brussels, and curtains of lace,
And furniture ever so fine.'
So he built her a costly and beautiful house--
Splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there,
Gleaming in purple and gold;
And fairs and shows in the halls were held,
And the World and his children were there;
And laughter and music and feasts were heard
In the place that was meant for prayer.
She had cushioned pews for the rich and the great,
To sit in their pomp and their pride,
While the poor folks, clad in their shabby suits,
Sat meekly down outside.

"The angel of mercy flew over the Church,
And whispered, 'I know thy sin.'
The Church looked back with a sigh, and longed
To gather her children in;
But some were off in the midnight ball,
And some were off at the play,
And some were drinking in gay saloons;