Classic Poem

Turn O'er a New Leaf

The last page you've written is crumpled and blurred,
The prints of soiled fingers are plain;
Your letters misshapen, your syllables slurred,
Show the copy was followed in vain;
But pray do not lift a disconsolate face,
Nor yield to a profitless grief,
But gather fresh courage, look shame in the face —
Turn o'er a new leaf!

How shining and bright! How spotless and pure!
How plain is the copy to view!
Now steady and slow! As you start you are sure
The rest of your task to pursue.
The Master stands near; He will come at your call,
If perchance you may need His relief;
His voice it is speaking to one and to all —
" Turn o'er a new leaf! " English