Nothing But Leaves

Nothing but leaves I The spirit grieves O'er wasted life : Sms cnmniitteil while concience slept,.. Promises made but never kppt, Hatred, babble and strife, Kotliing but liares. Xotliing Uut leaves! No garnered sheavea Of Mfe" fair refined grain ; Words, idle words, lor earnest deeds We sinv our seodsrsw tare sud weeds, To roap the toil and pain, Nuthing but lenve. Nothing but leaves ! Memory weaves No veil to cover th past, As wo return our weary way, Counting eiich lost aud uiisspent day, And find sadly at last Nothiug but leves. And sliall we meet tlie Master so, benring our withered leave 1 The Saviour louks for perfect fruit ; We stand before him, humble, muto, Waiting the word ho breatlies ; Nötlti'ng but leavos ! Uto fprttipni JUj}H&