Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1885-01-14

b within the door by morn1 ng' .
light
ply still-oh say. mamma, will the New
Year come tonight?
Win the New Year come to night, mamma
the snow 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 sled,
Il didn't mean to hear, mamma) and pair OF
skates you said.
prayed for just those things, mamma? Oh!
shall be full of glee
And the orphan boys in the village school will
all be envying me;
I'll give them toys and lend them books, and
make their New Year glad;
FOR God, you know. takes back his gifts when
little folks are bad.
And won't you let me go, mamma. upon the
New Years Day,
To carry something nice and warm to poor old
TIL 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 tonight, mamma; Isaw
1t in my sleep;
My stocking hangs SO full, thought. Mamma,
what makes you weep?
But it only held little shroud-s shroud, and
nothing more;
And an open coffin made for me, was standing
on the floor!
It seemed SO very strange indeed, to find such
gifts, instead
OF all the toys wished SO much-the story
books and Sled
And while 1 wondered what 1t meant, you
came with fearful joy,
And said: 'sThou'n find the New Year first
God calleth thee. my boy!"
1t is not all a dream, mamma, know 1t must
be true;
But have been SO bad boy, God taketh me
from your
don't know what papa will do when am
laid to rest,
And you will have no willie's head to fold up.
your breast.
The New Year comes tonight, mamma; J our
cold hand on my cheek,
And raise my head q little more-it seems Sc
hard to speak;
You needn't fill my stockings now-I cannot
go and peep;
Before to-morrow's sun is up. I'll be SO sound
asleep.
shall not want the skates, mamma-PIl never
need the sled;
But won't you give thom both to Blake, who
kurt me on the head?
He used to hide my books away. and tear the
pictures, too;
But now he'll know that forgive him, as then
I tried to do
And ifyou please, mamma, I'd like the s;cryy-
book arc slate -
TIC .a,1to Frank, the drunka1ds Toy, vol
wouldn't let ME hats;.
Aud, dear mamma, you won't forget, upon th,
New Years Day,
The basket full of something nice for poor OLE
Widow Gray
The New Year comes tonight, mamma
seems very soon
l think Col did not hear ask for just IN
other June.
know I've been thoughtiess boy, and mad
you too much care;
And may ba, for your sake mamma, H
doesn't hear my prayer.
There's one thing-my pretty pets the re bl
and the dove.
Oh! keep Tor you and dear papa, and 'teac
them how to love.
ine SaTU6n lbS lltbit Hue, YOU IL
them nicely laid
Upon the garden floor, mamma, the plac
where last pla! ed.
I thought to need tbam both so much wbel
summer comes again,
To make ray garden by the brook that trickle
through the glen;
thought to gather flowers, too, beside the for
est walk.
And Sit beneath the apple tree, where once W
sat to talk.
1t cannot be; but you will keep the summe
flowers green,
And plant few-dont cry, mammal yer,
few / mean,
When I'm asleep. I'd sleep so sweet beneatl
the apple tree,
Where you and robin, in the morn, may com
and sing to me.
The New Year comes-gocd-nig mamma
II lay me down to sleep;
l pray the Lord"-tell poor papa-"my soul t.
safely keep;
1t I"-how cold it seems-how dark-kiss me-
1 cannot see;
Tae New Year comes tonight, mamma; tn
old year-dies-With me.