As unknown, and yet well known.

WHAT poor, despised company Of travelers are these, Who walk in yonder narrow way Along the rugged maze?

Ah! these are of a royal line, All children of a King; Heirs of immortal crowns divine, And, lo! for joy they sing.

Why do they, then, appear so mean, And why so much despised? Because of their rich robes, unseen, The world is not apprised.

But some of them seem poor, distressed, And lacking daily bread; Oh! they're of boundless wealth possess'd With hidden manna fed!

But why keep they the narrow road, That rugged, thorny maze? Why, that's the way their leader trod, They love and keep his ways.

Why must they shun the pleasant path That worldlings love so well? Because that is the way to death; The open road to hell.

What! is there then no other road To Salem's happy ground? Christ is the only way to God; None other can be found.