The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-12-26
WILL TIE new TEAR COME TO,
NIGHT HIMMA2
EY CORA II. EAGER.


VIII The New Yearrome tonight, Mamma
I'm tired Of waiting 50.
Ny stocking hung by the ehimney-sidc ful
three long days ago;
run 10 peep within the door By morning.
early light,
It's empty siiIl-oh, say, mamma, Will th'
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 Upor
the meadows Till,
heard you tell papa, LAST night, his sol
must have a slec,
I didn't mean to hear, Inamma.) and a paiI
Ofskates, you said.
prayed for Just these things, mamma. On
I shall be full ofglee,
And The orphan boys in the village schoo
will all be envying me;
But I'll give them toys, and lend then
books, and make their New Yeor glad.
For God, you say, takes back His gifts wheT
little folks are bad.
and won't you let me go, mamma, upon lht
New Years day,
And carry something nice and warm 70 poo
old widow Cray?
III leave the basket near the door, within
the garden gate,
VIII the New Year come tonight, mamma'
1t seems so long 10 wait.
Tho New Year comes tonight, mamma,
saw II in my sleep,
Ny stocking hung so iull thOusht-mam
ma what m a kes Won weep9
Bat it only held little shroud-a shrouC
and nothing more;
And an open coffin made for me, was stand
ing on the floor.
It seems so very strange, indeed, to and sucl
gifts, instead
Ofall tho toys l wished 80 mueh-the story
books and sled;
But while wondered what il meant yoJ
came with fearful joy,
And said, "Thoult find the New YeGr FIRST
God calleth thee, my boy!'
It's not all a dream, mamma, 1 know #
must be true!
But have been 50 bad a boy, God taketf
me from you?
I don't know what papa VIII do when an
laid TO rest
And you will have no WilIie's head 10 fold
upon your breast.
Tie New Year comes tonight, mamma
your cold hand on my cheek,
And raise my head little more, It seems &c
hard to speak;
You needn't fill my stocking now, I cannot
go and peep;
Before tomorrow sun IS mp I'll be so sound
asleep.
shall not want the skates, mamma III nev'
or need a sled;
But won't you give them both to Bake, who
hurt me on the head?
he used 70 hide my books away, and teaI
the pictures too;
Bat now he'll know that forgive, as then
I tried TO do.
Ana, II you please, mamma, ia ike the sto'
~ books and slate.
To 90 TO Frank, the drunkard's boy, you
wouldn't let me hate;
And, dear mamma, you won't forget upon
tho New Years day.
The basket full OF something nice, for poor
old widow Gray.
The New Year comes tonight rnamma-l
seems so very soon,
think God .dn't hear me ask for just an
other June.
know have been thoughtlcss boy, anC
made you too much care,
And maybe for your sake, mamma, III
doesn't hear my prayer.
There's one thing more, my pretty pets, III
robIn and the dove
/ o keep Tor you and dear papa, and tsaei
them how to love.
The garden rake, the little hoe. youTl fn'
them nicely laid
| Upon the garret floor, mamma, the place
where last I IPlayed.
/ I thought to need them both 50 much whel
summer comes again.
To mgke my garden by the brook tha
| trickles through the glen;
/ I though TO gather flowers, toe, beside tn
forest walk,
And sit beneath the apple tree where ono
we sat TO talk.
! Itcannot be but you Will keep the summe
! flowers gTeenr
And plant fcw-don't cry, mamma
very few mean,
Where I'm asleep. III sleep so sweet be
neath the tree
! Where you and robin, in the morn, ma.
! como and sing 10 me.
; The New Year comes, good night mamma
{ lay me down to sleep,
/ I pray the Lord d-tell poor papa-my soul 4
keep
! IfI-how cold it seem5-hOw dark, kiss mC
cannot SOC
I The New Year comes tonight, mamma, tn
! old year dies with me.