THE WITHERED LEAF.

1 Oh! mark the withered leaves that fall In silence to the ground; Upon the human heart they call, And preach without a sound.

2 They say, So passes man's brief year! To-day, his green leaves wave; To-morrow, changed by time, and sere, He drops into the grave.

3 Let Wisdom be our sole concern, Since life's green days are brief! And faith and heavenly hope shall learn A lesson from the LEAF.