Show SPARE LEAVES Not ot a sound the old leaves utter As the they swirl and swoop and flutter From the branches to the gutter From their glory to their shamo shame As they die dlo before their fellow Leaves have hn donned their red and yellow Ere the autumns autumn's fashions mellow Into flame Yet ret I catch my 01 spirit trying To Interpret their replying To tho the sympathetic sighing Of or the breezes from tho the west west west- What hat have o garnished London's leanness Jeanness With a a. tiny spot snot of ot greenness We have o touched mans man's sordid meanness With Gods God's best beat best So the tho leaves of or nightly musing For a stem m my heart are using Till the they fall to meet the brul bruising Of Ot the tho traffic rushing b by Yet Tot perchance their shadows waving Oer O'er the heartless city paving pavin Yield tho the hope some soul is craving Ere th they y die London Dally Daily News ewe |