Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1878-12-21

Will the New Year come to night mamma I'm
tired OF waiting so;
Nv stocking hung by the ohlmneg-slde tui
rec long days ago;
| run to peep within the door by morning y
early light;
'Tis empty still-Oh say, mamma, will the
New Year come to-nig 1T
Will the New Year come tonight, mamma the
FLOW is on the hill
And the ice must be two inches thick upon the
meadow rill
heard you tell papa, last night, his son must
have u sled
q didn't mean to hear, mamma), and a pair Of
skates, you said.
pray,d for just those things, mamma Oh /
shall lie full of glee.
And the or han boys Ill the village school will
all be envying me;
IL give them toys, aud lend them books, and
make their New Year glad;
For God you say, takes back his git when
little folks are bad.
And wont you let me go. mamma, upon the
New Year day,
To carry something nice and warm to poor old
Widow Gray?
I'll leave the basket near the door, within the
gardeB gate.
Will the New Year come tonight, mamma: 1t
seems 80 long to wait.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma saw
it i'll my Sleep
My stocking hung SO full thought-mamma,
what makes you weep?
But it only held little 5hroud-s shroud, and
nothing more;
And an opea coitiu, made for me, was standing
on the floor
1t seem'd so very strange, indeed, to find such
gifts, instead
OF all the toys [ wishd so much-the story
book and sled
And while | w nder'd what it meant, you came
with fearful Joy,
And said ''Thoult lind the New Year first !;
God cala;h thee, my boy"
1t isnot all a dream. mamma l know it must
be true;
But have been so bad boy g I'd tsketh me
from you?
don't know what papa will do when am laid
to rest,
And you will have no Willie head to fold upon
your breast.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma. Your
cold hand on my cheek;
And raise my head little more-it seems 80
hard to speak
You needn't NIL my stocking now-L cannot go
and peep;
BEFORE Tomorrow sun Is up ii De 30 SOUND
asleep.
shall not want the skates mamma--I'll never
need the sled
But wont you give them 10th to Blake, who
hart Inc ON the head?
He used to hide my books away, and tear the
pictures too!
But now he'll know that forgive him, AZ then
[ tried to do.
And if you please, mamma, I'd like the story
book and slate
To go TO Frank, the drunkards boy, you
wouldn't let me hate
Aud, dear mamma, you won't forget, upon the
New Year day,
The basket fun of something nice for poor old
Widow Gay?
There's one thing more-my pretty pets, the
ROBIN and the dove,
Oh 4! keep for you and dear papa, and teach
them how to love.
The garden rake, the little hoe, youth find
them nicely laid
Upon the gsrfet floor, mamma, the place where
last playd.
l thought to need them both 30 much, when
summer comes again,
To make my garden by The brook that trickles
through the glen;
l thought to gather flowers, too, beside the
forest walk,
And sit beneath the apple tree, where once we
sat to tax.
1t cannot be. But you will keep the summer
flowers green,
And plant few-don't cry, mamma very
few, mean,
Where I'm asleep. I'd sleep 80 sweet beneath
the apple Tree,
Where you and robin, in the morn, may come
and sing to me.
The New Year comes-good might, mamma. II
lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord tell poor papa" my soul to
safely keep.
hp-how cold it seems-how dark-kiss me -
l cannot see.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma the
old year-dies-wth me.