The Faded Leaf

O

fragile glo­ry of the bow­ers

Ye fall no more to rise;

But bright and glo­ri­ous hope is ours

A hope be­yond the skies.

We trust

when fades this fee­ble form

And low our bo­dies rest

Beyond the reach of blight or storm

To bloom among the blest.

He

who be­stowed up­on the tree

The leaves that gai­ly wave

To man a no­ble des­ti­ny

A part im­mor­tal gave.

Then he

with faith’s as­pir­ing eye

Firm fixed on things above

Might gain at last a home on high

Through his Re­deem­er’s love.