Oh! Mark The Withered Leaves That Fall In Silence To The Ground; Upon The Human Heart They Call, And Preach Without A Sound. They Say, So Passes Man'S Brief Year! To-Day, His Green Leaves Wave; To-Morrow, Changed By Time, And Sere, He Drops Into The Grave. Let Wisdom Be Our Sole Concern, Since Life'S Green Days Are Brief! And Faith And Heavenly Hope Shall Learn A Lesson From The Leaf.