THE WITHERED LEAF.

Oh! mark the withered leaves that fall

In silence to the ground;

Upon the human heart they call,

And preach without a sound.

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.

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.