So she quietly went her way.
The sly World gallantly said to her,
'Your children mean no harm--
Merely indulging in innocent sports.'
So she leaned on his proffered arm,
And smiled, and chatted, and gathered flowers,
As she walked along with the World;
While millions and millions of deathless souls
To the horrible pit were hurled.

"'Your preachers are all too old and plain,'
Said the gay old World with a sneer;
'They frighten my children with dreadful tales,
Which I like not for them to hear:
They talk of brimstone and fire and pain,
And the horrors of endless night;
They talk of a place that should not be
Mentioned to ears polite.
I will send you some of the better stamp,
Brilliant and gay and fast,
Who will tell them that people may live as they list,
And go to heaven at last.
The Father is merciful and great and good,
Tender and true and kind;
Do you think he would take one child to heaven
And leave the rest behind?'
So he filled her house with gay divines,
Gifted and great and learned;
And the plain old men that preached the cross
Were out of the pulpit turned.

"'You give too much to the poor,' said the World;
'Far more than you ought to do.
If the poor need shelter and food and clothes,
Why need it trouble you?
Go, take your money and buy rich robes,
And horses and carriages fine,
And pearls and jewels and dainty food,
And the rarest and costliest wine.
My children they dote on all such things,
And if you their love would win,
You must do as they do, and walk in the ways
That they are walking in.'
The Church held tightly the strings of her purse,
And gracefully lowered her hand,
And simpered, 'I've given too much away;
I'll do, sir, as you have said.'

"So the poor were turned from her door in scorn,
And she heard not the orphans' cry;
And she drew her beautiful robes aside,
As the widows went weeping by.
The sons of the World and the sons of the Church
Walked closely hand and heart,
And only the Master who knoweth all,
Could tell the two apart.
Then the Church sat down at her ease and said,
'I am rich, and in goods increased;
I have need of nothing, and naught to do
But to laugh and dance and feast.'
The sly Wo