On A Level At Last

I walked tlirmigh thu wood in Autumii, 'Twuh a cloudy mul cheerleos day, nd the wind as lt slghed through the foresta Witti the falling leaves dld play. rite leaves, ai the; rust'ed aroimd me, So'iiicd lo speak of a Mfo that was past. Of a duty perrormed, of a dar that was o'er, Or a work that ílniBheu at last. The barren lee-topl seeraed chantlng, A ilciittl siim for I lu leuves us tliey f.-ll ; JIM the wind Ibrougt] iliem harshly wlilstled, "l'ivns a fitting funeral knell. And I thonght ís 1 waniltred glowlv The wooland palliway threugh, nial the leuvos of llf were an emblein OÍ' a Ufe that was over and tbroQgh. They had passed from thelr home In tlie branebes. From the topa of the now barren trees, Aud they ever wire hlown around me, A t ttie mercy of the breece. Anil 1 nollced along the pathway, A8 ou Ibem I Blleutly trod, That they feil from th tree-lops aml bushes. TUI one level lüey reached on the lod. And I tlious;ht lt were well to remeraber, L,ike the leaves we all must fall; Tliough tlmday m-iy seemdliu aud dlstant, 'Tls sure to come to uu all. And i" matter how I1I14I1 be our station, VVe'll flnd wlieti 'tls overand pa-t. We wlll come down wlth the humblest about us, And be all ou a level at last.