Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1869-12-31
WILL THE NEW YEAR COWE
TONIGHT MAMMA
BY CORA N. EAGER

AWVA ENe Kew Neax come kO-nAgNN. .rNsvNvO,
I'm tired Of waiting 50,
Ny stocking hung BY the chimney side n
II run to 10 peep Rffh1n the door Bynnornfngi
early light
sTIs empty sfilI-oll, say, mamma, VIII the
New. Year come tonight?
Win the Kew Year come tonight, rnarnrnaq
the snow IL on the hilAs
And the ice must be two inches thick upOl
l the meadows rlll;
heard you tell papa, last night his so
must have a sled,
q diduf Z mean 70 near, mamma and a pal
of skates, you said.
shall be full Of gIee,
And the orphan boys in the village sehOO
viii an be envylng me;
books, and make their New 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 somsthingg 43l.5 nice aud warm tc
IN leave the basket near the door, within
the garden gate;
VIII the New Year come tonight, mamma
1t seems SO long to wait,
The New Year comes to-hight. mamma; I
saw 1t IN my sleep
My stockings hung so fun, Ithought-mam-
ma what makes you weep
But it only held a little shroud-a shroud,
And an open CONN. made for me, wa'
standing on the floor.
It seemed so very strange, indeed, to md
such gifts instead
Of all the toys 1 wished so much-the story
But while wondered what it meant, you
came with fearful joy,
And said, 4ThOu1t find the New Year first;
God caIleth thee, my boy"
It is not an dream, mamma-I know it
But have I been 50 bad boy, God taketh
me from you?
And you viii have no WiIIie's head to fold
upon your breast.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma
your cold hand on my cheek.
And raise my head a little more, it seem so
You needn't fill my stocking now, cannot
Before the morTow's sun is up III be so
sound asleep.
I shall not want the slzates,g mamma; I II
never need the sled;
But won't you give them both to Blake,
who hit me on the head
He used to hide my books away, and tear
the pictures, too;
But now he'll know that forgive, as then I
tried to do.
And, if you please, mamma, I'd like the
To go 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 basketrul of something nice for poor
old Widow Gray,
The New Year comes tonight mamma-it
seems so very soon =
[ think God didn't hear me ask for just an
other june
know I've been a thoughtless boy, and
made you too much care,
And maybe, for your sake. mamma, He
0OeSn 7 near my prayer.
There's one thing more; my pretty pets, the
robin and the dove,
Oh, keep for you and dear papa, and teach
The garden rake, the little hoe-yOuu ind
them nicely la1d
Upon the garret floOr, mamma, the place
where last played.
thought TO need them both 50 much, when
the summer comes again,
70 make my garden by the brook that
trickIes through the glen;
thought to gather flowers, too, beside the /
forest walk,
And sit beneath the apple tree, where once
we sat to talk.
-t cannot be-but you will keep the summer
flowers greent
And plant a few-don't cry, mamma Ia
very few, mean,
Where Pm asleep; I'd sleep so sweet be-
meath the apple tree,
Where you and robin, In the morn, may
come and sing TO me-
The New Year. .eomest Good night, mamma
III lay me down to sleep,
pray the LOrd'-tell poor papa-"Hy soul
cold it seems! how darIz.-kiss me,
The New Year comes tonight, mamma; the |
Old Year dies with me.