Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1863-12-30
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WILL THE EKw YEAa oOnz To-N1eET,
MAM1EAi
Br CORA n EAGER.

MAMEAi
BT CORA n. EAaEE.
Will the New Year come tonight, manmn-1'h
tired Of waiting 50,
Ny stocking hung by the ehimney-side fall three
long days ago;
I nan 70 peep within the door by mornings early
Light
'Tis empty stil-oh, say, mamma, viii the New
Year come tonight?
WIN the New Year come tonight, mamma' the
snow is on the hill,
And the ice must be two inches thick upon the
meadows riil;
heard you tell papa, last night, his son must
have a sled,
q didn't mean to hear, mammn,) and pair Of
skates, you said
prayed for just those things, mamma. o, IshaI
be so full of glee.
And the orphan boys in the village school viii all
be enyying me;
But IN give them toys, and lend them books, and
make their New Years glad,
For God, you say, takes back his gifts when little
folks arc bad
And wort you let megO, mamma. upon the New
Years day,
And carry something nice and warm to poor old
widow Gnys
IN leave the basket near the door, within the
garden gate.
Win the New Year come tonight, mamma It
seems SO long to wait.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma. Isaw it
in my sleep.
Ny stocking hung SO full, thought-mamma,
what makes you weep?
But It only held liitA shroud--a shroud and no
thing more.
And an open coffin, made for me, was standing on
the aoor!
II seemed 50 very strange, indeed, to find such
gifts instead
or all the toys l wished so much-the story books
and sled;
But while wondered what it meant, you came
with fearful Joy a
And ssiG: ThouTt lind the New Year first! God
eallcth thee, my boy. -
II is not all a dream, mamma, know 1t must be
true!
But have been 50 bad boy, God taketh me
from you?
I don't know what papa win do when am laid
to rest
And you viii have no willIs's head to fold upon
your breast,
The New Year Comes tonight, mamma-your
hand lay on my ceeek,
And raise my head little more, II seems so hard
to speak; --
You needn't Ill my stocking now, cannot go
and peep,
Before the n,orOw's sun is up, IN be 50 sound
asIeep.
I shall not want the skates, mamma; ri never
need the sled;
But won't you give them both to Blake, who hurt
me on the hsadg
lie used to hide my books away and tear the pis-
tures, too,
But nov hell know that forgive, as then I tried
to do.
And, if you please. mamma, I'd like the story
To 90 to Frank, the drunkard's boy, you would
MT let me hate
And. dear mamma, you won't forget, upon the
New Years Day,
The basketful Of something nice for poor old
widow Gray.
The New Year comes tonight, mammA--it seems
so very soon!-
I think God didn't hear me ask for just another
June.
know I've been thoughtlgss boy, and made
you too much care,
And may be for your sake, mamma, lie doesn't
hear my prayer.
There's one thing more, my pretty pets, the robin
and the dove,
Oh, keep for you and dear papa, and teach them
how to love!
The garden rake, the little hOe-yOu1l find them
nicely laid
Upon the garret-hoOr, mamma, the place where
last played;
I thought to need them both so much, when sum
mer comes again,
To make my garden by the brook that trickIea
through the glen;
thought to gather flowers, too, beside the forest
/ walk,
And sit beneath the apple tree, where once we
sat to talk
It cannot be-but you wiz keep the summer flow.
ers green,
And plant afew-dOn'tcTy mamma l--avery few
mean,
Where ru ssleepi I'd sleep so sweet beneath Tho
/ apple tree,
Where you and robin, in the morn, may com,
and sing to me.
The New Year comesi Good night, mamma
al lay me down to sleep,
I pray the LOrd"-ton poor papa-"my soul tt
keep;
If"--how cold it seems how dark kiss me,
cannot see
The New Year comes tonight, mamma; the OIL,
Year dies with me.
The following conundrum took tb,
prize of a pewter pitcher, at a recent wo
mans rights convention held in Connect
icut:
Why is a married man like a candle?
Because he frequently goes out a
night when he Oughtn't to.