But the good Church hid her snowy hand,
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 of 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.