A Love Song

My little leaves, why are yon piad? Angwer, quivering littlc leaves, Bmall cía] i leg K . '. . s so freahly ciad In a green wor!:l thut never grieves. Answer mr, Cor n:y"heart is sad! Love God, I ve Godl they sing, Gay aa tho bird a-wing. My ltttlo flowers, wlnit'a your delight? Nov tor i ly boul believea In yi r reet ] . . pure and wlüte, Sweet pr.ri'.y no man deceives. Answer, ;:.;. llow'reta f;. ir and bright. Lm-o God, lovaöodl they sing, Gay as the '.iras a-wing. Frcsh blades of grass, yon cheerful seem. What is it tbat all grief relievi s! Thick ye npspring, a fair sunbeam In your low sterns lts brightness weaves. Eow do you keep that sumiy gluam? Love God, love God! they sing, Gay as tho birds a-wing. The flowers and grass make their reply, With all the nierry olapping leaves, And echoing the holy cry The drooping heart its joy retrieves. All voices to their Maker fly. Love God, love God I they sing, Gay as the birds a-winc.