He came to my desk with a quivering lip-- The lesson was done-- "Dear teacher, I want a new leaf," he said; "I have spoiled this one." In place of the leaf, so stained and blotted, I gave him a new one, all unspotted, And into his sad eyes smiled-- "Do better now, my child." I went to the throne with a quivering soul-- The old year was done-- "Dear Father, hast thou a new leaf for me? I have spoiled this one." He took the old leaf, stained and blotted. And gave me a new one, all unspotted. And into my sad heart smiled-- "Do better now, my child." - Auther unknown
