The Plain Path
'T IS a narrow, rugged pathway
That leads to the heavenly hill;
But it winds through fresh green pastures,
By waters cool and still.
There are other paths, just lying
On either side the way,
Where the feet of the unwary
Ofttimes are led astray.
So smooth are they, so pleasing,
The narrow way in sight,
Beware! Those paths end only
In rayless, hopeless night.
Only the "plain path" choosing,
We may pass life's dangers by,
And enter the "many mansions"
Of our Father's house on high.
M .A. D.