No, 34, Nothing but Leaves.
"When He came to it, He found nothing but leaves."—Mark xi. 13.
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Nothing but leaves ! No gathered sheaves
Of life's fair ripening grain :
We sow our seeds ; lo, tares and weeds : Words, idle words, for earnest deeds : Then reap with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves ! nothing but leaves! |
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Nothing but leaves ! Sad memory weaves No veil to hide the past:
And as we tr:ace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! nothing but leaves I |
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Ah ! who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves ?
Ah ! who shall at the Saviour's feet, Before the awful Judgment-seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves? nothing but leaves? |
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