THE WAY by Mary McGee Hall

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 9, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 19.

THE WAY.

By Mary McGee Hall

[Mary McGee Hall, in S. S. Times.]

THE way is narrow, straight, and long, I go in tears—sometimes in song, But not one step of joy or pain Shall ever more be walked again. For only once I pass this way In traveling to the Gates of Day.

'Tis only once. Shall my heart break Because no more this way I take? Shall I bewail that every night Forever shuts the past from sight? When sunset comes the stars arise, And morning never fails the skies.

Upon this way of earthly sod Are tented angels sent of God. So on I go,—the way is straight, The cross of Christ my only weight— The weight of wings the lark must bear In soaring heavenward through the air.