Leaves
Only the title would come to mind this morning. When I googled it, at least two songs appeared, one by Lucy J. Akerman, written in 1858 and the other by William J. Henry, written around 1911. Lucy Akerman’s song was a favourite at the early Moody and Sankey evangelistic meetings and is included in the old hymnbook some are familiar with, Sacred Songs and Solos . Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O’er years of wasted life; O’er sins indulged while conscience slept, O’er vows and promises unkept, And reap, from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life’s fair rip’ning 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! Nothing but leaves! Sad mem’ry weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Ah, wh...