THE WORLD.

With noiseless steps good goes its way;

The earth shakes under evil’ s tread.

We hear the uproar, and’ tis said,

The world grows wicked every day.

It is not true. With quiet feet,

In silence, Virtue sows her seeds;

While Sin goes shouting out his deeds,

And echoes listen and repeat.

But surely as the old world moves,

And circles round the shining sun,

So surely does God’ s purpose run,

And all the human race improves.

Despite bold evil’ s noise and stir,

Truth’ s golden harvests ripen fast;

The Present far outshines the Past;

Men’ s thoughts are higher than they were.

Who runs may read this truth, I say:

Sin travels in a rumbling car,

While Virtue soars on like a star —

The world grows better every day.