Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1867-12-27
DELAWARE, OHIO, FRmLE, DECEMBER %, 1852.
New Years Day.
wnl the Eav Taar Come To-Eight. llanlaa

VIII the New Year Come Tonight, Mamma
WIN the New Year come tonight, mammal
I'm tired OF waiting So
Ny stockings hung BY the chimney side fan
llFee ions aasgs as2
I run 70 peep within the door by aorning S
early light
It's empty sti1I-oa, say, TlaEnnla, VIII the
New Year come .o-night2
VIII the New Year come tonight, vaammas
the snow is on the hill
And the ice must be two inches q * upon
the meadow s EIl4,
I heard you tel papa last night hisst,n must
II didn't mean to hear, mamma and d pair
skates you said.
PRAYED for j1st 81. taoss things mamma On
And ne orphan boys ia the village school
VIII all be e11vyIng me-
But i " give them toys and lend them books
and make their New Year glad,
For Sod, 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 for
poor old widow Grayg
III leave the basket near the door, within
the garden gate.
VII the New Year come tonight, mamma?
1t seems 50 long 10 walt
The New Year comes tonight, mamma
saw it in my sleep,
NJ stocking hung 50 1ull, I thOught-narn-
ma, what makes you weep?
But it only held little ShrOud-a shrOud
and nothing more;
ing on the floor.
1t seems 50 very strange, indeed, to find such
OF ali the toys I wished so muoh-the story
books and sled.
But while I wondered what it meant, you
came with tearful JOY.
And said, ssThOult ind the New Year first;
God calleth thee, my boy"
Il is not all dream, mamma, know it
But have I been 50 bad a boy, God taketh
me from you2
I don't know what papa viii do when I am
And You VIII have no wHue's head to fold
upon your breast.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma-put
your cold hands on my cheek,
And raise my head little more, it seems 50
hard to speak;
You uneedn't M my stocking now, L cannot
go and peep
Before the morning sun is up, I'll be so sound
asleep
shall not want the skates, mamma-I1l
never need the sled,
But won't you give them both to Blake, who
hurt me on the head
He used to hide my books away, and tear
But now he'll Know that forgive, as then
tried TO do.
And if you please, mamma, Ia like the story 1
70 60 to Frank the drunkard's boy, you
wouldn't let me hate.
And, dear mamma, you won't forget, upon /
the New Years day,
The basket full Of something nice for poor /
old Widow Gray?
But New Year comes tonight, mamma-it 1
think God didn't hear me ask for just an
know I've been a thoughtIess boy, and /
made you too much care,
And may be for your sake, mamma, he /
doesn't hear my prayer.
There's one thing more-nay pretty pets. the /
robin and the dove,
keep for you and papa, and teach them
The garden-raKe, the little hoe-youu ind
them nicely laid
JpOu the garnet nOOr, mamma, the place /
where last 1 played.
thought to need them both so much when
summer comes again,
70 make my garden by the brook that
trickles thro' the glen;
thought to gather flowers, too, beside the
md Sit beneath the apple tree where once
we sat to talk,
t cannot be- but you VIII keep Jnesunmer
flowers green,
And plant a feY-don't cry, namma-a.yery
few means
Where Pm asleep. TsIeep so sweetIy beneath
the apple tree,
Where you and robin, in the morn, may
come and sing to me.
he New Year rcones-good-night mamma
81 lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord poor papa-"my soul
to keep;
( I"-how cold it seems-how dark-kiss
me, cannot see
he New Year comes tonight, mamma, the
old year-dies with me.
Cora u Eager.