The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1888-08-31
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NOTHING BUT LEAVES.

The angel of Consolation wendell
His way down to earth one night;
And bent his ear to catch the
Murmur Of Gods chosen ones.
faithful pastor was
66tn s IN prayer for the members
my people are cold and Indifferent;
Ny most earnest efforts seem to
Fall UNDECIDED upon them, and
How can AMI say. "MS Mater I've ven not S bu. -
Leavesf" The voice of the angel
Fell soothingly upon bis ear, "He that
seed shall come again with rejoicing
Bringing his sheaves with him."
An aged mother wept for her
Hayward son. HE was the delight of
Myieyes," she moaned, at consecrated
Him to heaven In his infancy, but he
Has forsaken his mothers God.
MY pillow has been wet with tears.
10 the harvest hoped to bring
VT me, and how can bear to say. Master
In silvery notes the angels voice
Was heard. "A mothers prayers are
Not forgotten thy tears are II my bottle;
A weary invalid tossed upon a bed
Of pain. How useless is my life." she
Sighed. exempt from active labor.
Followed by more Weary ar; lights s. az and
While others are strong and busily engaged
In bringing In the golden sheavee. In
Saying. Lord, I've nothing but leaves"
Again the angel answered, "He
knoweth our frame. He remembereth
A teacher sought her pillow
Wearied with the fatigues and
Disbursements of the day,
Long years have labored 10 SOW
Good seed in the hearts Of my pupils"
She said. by precept and example
Have / endeavored to mold their
Characters Alright, but the lesson of
To-day ReemA forgotten t0-mOrr0w
Ny brain reels with the long.repeated
Efforts to guide them, while my heart
Aches as | think of the harvest,
When sadly must say, Father, I've nothing
But leaves"
But the angel whispered
"Blessed are they that SOW beside all
Waters. Feed my lambs"
A mother hung over the casket
Her greatest Joy, her fondest hope
Was conferred in that infant boy.
With aching heart and fearful eyes
She cried. my hopes are blasted:
had fondly hoped to see him grow to
Manhood. With supreme delight
Would have trained his youthful feet
To walk In wisdom g ways that when
The end had come in msturer years.,
could appear before the Reaper with
The glad refrain. Behold, here is
The child whom thou didst give me-
But now Will have nothing but leaves"
But her tears were dried, as the angel
Said: Suffer little children TO come
Unto me, for Of such is the kingdom
VI Heaven.
The midnight oil burns low
As lonely watcher sits beside the
Couch, O frail and helpless invalid,
For months has disease in blighting
Form been suffered to rest upon the
Household ana tired nature almost
Succumbs to the weight of care and
Anxiety. my life 10 blghted." the
Watcher cried. my years are wasting
Away In darkened room my
Usefulness In the world is at an end,
And while others are bringing in their
Shesves to lay at the Masters feet,
can only say, Here are my leaves"
But the message from the angel was
"1nasmuch as ye have done 1t unto
One OF the least OF these, ye have done
1t unto me-"
So the hearts of Gods chosen ones
We're cheered and comforted, and as
The angel of consolation took his
Flight to Mansions In the Skies" each
Weary. discouraged one was heard to say;
Now do gather strength and hope anew
For we'll know thy patient love perceives
Not what did but what strove to do;
And though the full ripo ears are sadly few.
Thou wilt accept my sheaves."
Christian At Work.