Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1870-12-29

Will the New-Year coma to-night, mamm a?
Tn, tired of waiting so,
My stockings hung by the chimney side full
three long days ago;
,Tis eniutr stiII-oh, say, mamma, will the
New Year COME o-nisht9
VIII the New-Year come tonight mamma
the snow IL on the hill.
And the Ice must be two inches thick upon
the meadows rill.
heard you tell papa last night, his son mus
Il didn't mean 10 hear mamma,] and pair of
skates you said.
PRAYED for Just those things mamma. On,
shall be full of glee,
And me orphan boys in tine village school Will
all be envying me;
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.
And won't you let me go, mamma, upon the
New Tears day,
And carry something nice and warm for poor
old Widow Gray !?
Pll leave the basket near the door, within the
garden gate.
Will the New-Year come to night. mamma {,
1t seems SO long to wait.
The New-Year comes tonight, mamma.
Ny stocking hung SO full. 1 thought-mamma,
what makes you weep?
But it only held little shroud-a shroUd and
nothing more;
And an open coffin, made for me, was standing
on the floor.
Itseems so very strange, indeed, to find such
OF all the toys wished so much-the stsry
books and s,ed,
But while wondered what it meant, you came
"
And said. srhoa'lt find the NewYesr first:
God callett thes, my boyr'
1t is not all dream, mamma. know it must be
But have been SO bad a boy, God taketh me
from you?
don't Know what papa will do when 1 am
And you will have no willie's head to fold
upon your breast.
The New-Year comes might, mamma-put
your cold hand on my cheek,
And raise my head little more, it seems SO
hard to speak:
You needn't I'LL my stocking now, cannot
Before the morrow's sun is up, pil be so sound
asleep.
shall not want the skates, mamma-I'll
never need the sled,
But wont you give them both to Blake. who
hurt me on the heal
He used to hisle my books away, and tear the
pictures, 100,
But now he'll know that forgive, as then 1
tried to do.
And if you please, M ANNA, I'd like the story
book and slate
To 90 to Frans, the drunkar(l's boy, you
wouldn't let me hate.
And, dear mamma, you won't forget upon the
The basket full of something nice, for poor
old widow Gray?
But New-Year comes tonight, mamma-it
seems so very soon,
think God didn't hear me ask for just another
June;
know I've been thoughtless boy, and made
you too much care,
And may be, Tor your S~ke, mamma, lie
doesn't hear my prayer
There's one thing more-my pretty pets, the
robin and the dove.
o keep for you aud 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.
thought to need them both so much whsn
summer comes again,
To make my garden by the brook that trickles
thrO' the glen;
thought to gather flowers. too, beside the
And sit beneath the apple tree where once We
sat to talk.
1t cannot be; but you will keep the summer
hcw rs green,
And plant few-dor.'t cry mamma very
few 1.mean,
Where Pm asleep. I'd sleep so sweetly be
meath the apple tree,
Where you and robin, in the morn, may come
and sing to me.
The NewYear comcs-Eood night MANN a
Il lay me down to sleep.
pray the Lord'-tell poor papa-''my soul to
keep;
Ifl''-how cold it seems--how dark-kiss me, l
cannot see
The New-Iear comes 10 might, mamma, the
old year-die- with me.