The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1860-01-04
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WILL THE NEW YEAR COME
~ TONIGHT, MAMMA

BY CORA M. EAGER.
Win the New Year come tonight, man.
sy ma?--I'm tired of waiting so,
! Ny stocking hung by the chimney side
g full three long days ago;
] run to peep within the door by morn
ai ing early light.
sTis empty still-oh, say, mamma, will
ca n the New Year come tonight
VIII the New Year come tonight, nam.
~ mar the snow is on the hill,
And the ice must be two inches thick
upon the meadows rilL
Ihsard you tell papa. las; night, his son
W must have sled
Il didn't mean to hear mamma,) and a
pair of skates you said.
] prayed for just those things, mamma
. o, shall be full Of glee.
And the orphan boys in the village school
will be envying me:
Bot I'll give them toys, and lend them
books, and make their N. Year glad,
For, God, you say, takes back his gifts
when little folks are bad
And won't you let me go, mamma, upon
$, the New Years day,
And carry something nice and warm to
70 poor old widow Gray?
I'll leave the basket near the door, within
49, the garden gate.
Will the New Year come tonight. man.
@ ma? 1t seems SO long to wait.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma
saw it in my sleep,
Ny stocking hung SO full. thought
8sif mamma, what makes you weep?
But it only held little shroud-a shroud
and nothing more;
And an open coffin, made for me, was
b standing on the aoorl
It seemed so very strange, indeed, to
~ find such gifts instead,
OF all the toys I wished SO much-the
story books and sled,
But while wondered what it meant, you
came with fearful JOY,
And said, "Thoult find the New Year
frst; God calleth thee, my boyl"
It is not all q dream, mamma, know it
M must be true
Bat have been so bad boy, God taketh
iea me from you?
j don't know what papa will do when I
ea3 am laid to rest
And you will have no Willie's head to
gla7 fold upon your breast.
The New Year comes tonight. mamma
your cold hand on my cheek.
And raise my head little more it seems
s'' 80 hard to speak;
You needn't fill my stockings now,
cannot go and peep,
Before the morrox's sun is up, I'll be sc
sound asleep.
/ shall not want the skates, mamma, III
.as never need the sled;
But wont you give them both to Blake
who hurt me on the head?
10 used to hide my books away, ani
5usb tear the pictures too,
bot now he'll know that forgive, as ther
Yslsi.I / tried to do.
And, If you please, marma. I'd like thu
yns story books and slate
20 20 to Frank the drunkard's boy. 20,
= z wo'dn't let me hate:
And, dear mamma, you wont forget upol
szsa the New Years day
The basket full of something nice, fo
o. poor old widow Gray.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma
Ge it seems SO very soon,-
i think God didn't hear me ask for jus
A. another June,
know I've been thoughtless boy; arc
- made you too much care,
And may be for your sake, mamma, H.
ec doesn't hear my prayer.
There's one thing more, my pretty pets
~ the robin and the dove,
o keep for you and dear papa, and teacl
-pls them how to love.
The garden rake; the little hoe-you'
6s7g find them nicely laid
Upon the garret floor mamma, the plac
A;v where last played.
7 thought to need both so much whe
summer comes again
TO make my garden by the brook tha
trickleS through the glen;
Thought to gather flowers, too, besid
the forest walk,
Aud sit beneath the apple tree wher
!. once we sat to talk.
liscannot be, but you will keep the sun
ed3 mer.fowers green,
And plant q few-don't cry mamma
sod ye:y few mean.
Mbsre I'm asleep. I'd sleep SO swet
-1sicib beneath the apple tree,
Mhsrs you and robin, in the morn, ma
. wou sicome and sing to me.
sfheP New Year comes--good night, man
- met lay me down to sleep,
Tpray the Lord'--tell poor papa--'m
soul to keep; -
ffI--how cold it seems--how dark
nas ,@e2 kiss me, I cannot see