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Show Faith Mission Tract No. 54. All profits given to Missions i Walking with tlie World. BY MR8. MATILDA C. EDWAEDS, The Church and the World walked far apart. On the changing shore of Time, The World was singing a giddy song, And the Church a hyma sublime, " Come, give me your hand," cried the merry World. '• And walk with me this way ; " But the good Church hid her snowy hands, And solemnly answered, '• Nay." I will not give you my hand at all. And I will not walk with you, Your way is the way to endless death ; Your words are all untrue. " Nay, walk with me but a little space," Said the world 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 rude, And mine is broad and plain; My road is paved with flowers and dews, 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 one, And vay gate is high and wide; There is room enough for you and for me. To travel side by side." |