New Year’s Eve.
Sure they of many blessings,
Should scatter blessings round,
As laden boughs in Autumn fling
Their ripe fruits to the ground.
Should scatter blessings round,
As laden boughs in Autumn fling
Their ripe fruits to the ground.
And the best love man can offer
To the God of love, be sure,
Is kindness to his little ones,
And bounty to his poor.
To the God of love, be sure,
Is kindness to his little ones,
And bounty to his poor.
Little Gretchen, little Gretchen
Goes coldly on her way;
There's no one looketh out at her,
There's no one bids her stay.
Goes coldly on her way;
There's no one looketh out at her,
There's no one bids her stay.
Her home is cold and desolate,
No smile, no food, no fire;
But children clamorous for bread,
And an impatient sire.
No smile, no food, no fire;
But children clamorous for bread,
And an impatient sire.
So she sits down in an angle,
Where two great houses meet,
And she curleth up beneath her,
For warmth, her little feet.
Where two great houses meet,
And she curleth up beneath her,
For warmth, her little feet.
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