Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1869-01-06
The CHRONICLE.
viii the New Year Come Tonight, Mamma

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! BY CORA u. EAGER.
} Will the New Year come tonight, mamma
I I'm tired OF waitIns 80,
Ny stocking hung by the hreSide iulI thre
long days ago;
ran TO peep within the door by morning
'Tis empty siill-oh, say, mamma, will tn
New Year come tonight?
VIII the New Year come tonight, mamma
the snow is on the hill,
And the ice must be two inches thick upol
the meadows rill;
heard you tell papa last night his son mus
have a sled,
Il didn't mean 10 hear, mamma,) and pai
of skates, you said.
1 prayed for Just those things, mamma-ol
! / shall be full of glee.
/ And the orphan boys in the village SchOO
will ali be enVying me;
But I'll give them toys and lend them book.
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 so. mamma, upon the
New Year day,
! And carry something nice and warm TO pOOI
! old widow Gray?
/ I'll leave the basket near the door within the
garden gate;
I VIII the New Year come tonight, mamma ?
II seems so long To wait.
/ The New Year comes tonight, mamma; /
saw il in my sleep;
MystOclzing hung so full, IthOught-mamma,
what makes you weep =
But IL only held a little ShrOud-a shroudand
nothing more,
And an open coffin made for me was stand
ing on the floor.
1t seemed so very strange, indeed, to find
such things instead
OF all the toys l wished so much-the story
book and sled:
But while 1 wondered what Il meant YOU
came with fearful JOY,
And said, -ThOu'lt find New Year first; God
calleth thee. my boy
1t is not all a dream, mamma; know it
must be true:
But have been so bad boy God taketh me
l don't know what papa will do when am
lafd at rest,
And You will have no willie'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 seems so
hard to speak;
You needn't ill my stocking now-I cannot
90 and peep,
Before tO-morrow's sun is up I'll be 50 sound
asleep.
I shall not want the skates, mamma, I'll
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 the
pictures. too,
But now he'll know that I forgive, as then I
tried to do.
And if you please, mamma, I'd like the story
books and slate
To go to Frank, the drunkards 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.
The New Year comes tonight, msmmG-it
seems SO very SoOn-
Think God didn't hear me ask forJust anoth-
er June.
I know I've been a thoughtless boy and made
you too much care,
And maybe for your sake, mamma, he
do snt 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, you'll find
them nicely laid
Upon the garnet floor, mamma, the place
where last played.
summer comes again,
To make my garden by the brook that trick
les through the glen;
thought TO gather flowers too beside the
forest walk,
And sit beneath the apple tree where once we
sat to talk.
II cannot be; but you will keep the summer
flowers green,
And plant a few-don't cry, mammal very
few mean
Where I'm asleep-Td sleep so sweet beneath
the apple tree,
Where you and robin in the morn may come
aud sing to me.
The New Year comes tonight. mammn-''I
Lay Ene down to srccI5.
pray the I-ord'-tell poor papa-''Iny' soul,
to keep;
If I''-how cold it seems-how darl1-kiSs me
Il cannot see
The New Year comes tonight, mamma-the
Old YeSr-dies with me.