 W1686 MARY A. AMBROSE AND JOHN R. EASTMAN: Poem and calling cards. Jan 1 1906 To: From: Nothing But Leaves1
1.
Nothing but leaves, the spirit grieves,
Over a wasted life-
Sins committed while conscience slept;
Promises made but never kept;
Hatred, battle and strife;
Nothing but leaves.
2.
Nothing but leaves; no garnered sheaves
Of life's fair, - ripened grain;
Words, idle words, for earnest deeds;2
We reap with toil and pain,
Nothing but leaves.
(over)
3.
Nothing but leaves, Memory weaves.
No veil to screen the past;
As we retrace our weary way;
Counting each lost and mispent [sic] day,
We find sadly at last,
Nothing but leaves.
4.
And shall we meet the Master so,
Bearing our withered leaves?
The Saviour looks for perfect fruit-
We stand before Him, humbled, mute,
Waiting the words he breathes-
"Nothing but leaves"
1 This poem was enclosed with the calling cards of John R. Eastman and Mary I. Ambrose.
See (W1687) and (W1688)
2 Verse missing from stanza two:
"We sow our seeds, - lo! Tares and weeds:"
From the poem "Nothing but Leaves" by Lucy E. Akerman (c. 1858)
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