Democratic enquirer. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1867-1873, 1868-01-30
POLITICAL.
WILL THE NEW YEAR COME TO.
NIGHT, MAMMAL ri. ,
BY coRAiM.l EAaER.

WILL THE NEW YEAR COME TO.
NIGHT, MAMMAL
p" hs't.i BY coRGM EAGER. eiraa
l. viii the New Year come tonight, mamma
| I'm tired OF waiting 20, 4lg
My stocking hung by the chimney side full three
long days ago; M
l run to peep within the door at early morning
light, HatI
IT'S empty still-oh, say mamma, will the New
Year come tonight? iia 5aa
3 Win the New Year come tonight, mamma7
the snow is on the hill,
And the ice must be woinches thick upon the
.1r meadows rill; '+- 'm
heard you tell papa, last night, his son must
have asled, '' HH rft
Il didn't mean to hear, mamma,) and . pair Of
skates you said d1'
8. Iprayed for just these very things, mamma,
' Oh shall be full OF glee, s.forA
And the orphan boys in the village school viii
all be envying me; ~ .I1s -,. ya. ,}
But I'll give them toys, and lend them books
and make their New Year glad,
For God you say, takes back his gifts when little
folks are bad. H4J raIi ..fefFep;f.t. :.
L.. And won't you let me go, mamma, upon tho
New Years day; 1898 @at got sd' /,
And carry something nice to poor old widow
Gray? iffi 'gi-aI 4, sWeaf
I'll leave the basket near the door, within the
garden gate, 1 .r'9ts9 ,d' sfiia
Will the New Year come Tonight, mamma? II
seems so longto waiu 81 5'.rairsr r,f,,
"9s*]" +
s. The New Year comes tonight, mamma saw
ii in my sleep, ...
My stockings hung 80 full, ] thought, ,-mammS,
what makes you weep?
But it only held q little shroud-a shroud, and
nothing more;
And an open comm, made for me, was standing
on the nOor;
6. 1t seemed very strange, indeed, to fnd such
gifts instead s-I $3.50 s..
ofall the toys 1 wished so mHch 1.-The story
books and sled, 4a.,..-t
But while wondered what it meant, you came
with fearful joy, ,.
And said, "Thou1t md the New Year FIRST; God
calleth thee, my boy!" 3s
:. 1t is not all q dream, mamma; know it must
be true! ttsit
But have teen 30 bad boy, God tshOth me
from you?
l do not know what papa will do whom am
laid to rest rHlf fifs. 's,
And you will have no wilns's head to fold upon
your breast. "tI lfsgta
s. New Year comes tonight, mamms-your
cold hand on my check,
And raise my head little more, 1t seems 80 hard
to speAk; 'F
You need not nll my stocking now, cannot 80
and peep, A'
Before the morrow's sun ls up, I'll be so sound
asleep. tai
O. l shall not want the skates, mamma, I'll new
er 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 the
pictures, too, s..n Nd
But now he'll know that forgive, as then tried
todo. .
10. And, if you please, mamma, I'd LIKE the Sto-
ry book and slate b, be -st 49,.
To 20 to Frank, the drunkard's boy, yoa
swouldn't let me hate; i.....-. .,...
And, dear mamma, you won't forget upon the
New YEARS. day, fus .y
The basket full ofsomething nice for poor old
widow Gray. ,-H T AlrH
seems so very soon,-- Hls stN
I think God didn't hear me ask for just another
fi June; ktssso
/ know Ihave been thoughtless boy, and made
you too much care, 5-,
And may be for your sake, mamma, He does not
hear my prayer, sso NJ.
a. There's one thing more, my pretty psts, the
.robbin and the dove, 4a .hal
o, keep for you and dear papa, and teach them
how to love; 'p9 a 9qitUr n.
The garden rake, the little hoe-you'n And them
- nicely laid 2 la 'e .siia
Upon the garnet floor, mamma, the place where
'2'3o last I played. " f r ifrh igl
lS thought to need them both so much when
summer comes again, ~ etA
To make my garden by the brook that trickls'
through the glen; Fs -" t'Ntt
thought to gather flowers, too, beside the forest
walk, si.Ra 1i4 ~ o-tiialj
And sit beneath the apple trees where once va
'A"i4i sat to talk Mshi glafRt I Eaa i9sIgtf
II. Itcannot be; but you will keep the summeI
flowers green,
And plant few--don't cry, mamma--a very
.4 few mean,
Where I'm asleep. I'dsleepso sweet beneath the
apple tree,
Where you and robin, in the morn, may come
and sing to me.
@H ttriA '8eeff vfi ni arfN .H d,
Is. The New Year comes-good night, mamma
Al lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord'-tell poor papa,-"my soul Z