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.