He came to my desk with quivering lips, his lesson was done: “Have you a new leaf for me, dear teacher? I have spoiled this one.” I took his leaf all soiled and blotted, and gave him a new one, all unspotted; and into his childish heart smiled: “Do better now my child.”
I went to the throne; this year was done: “Have you a new year for me dear Father? I have spoiled this one.” He took my year all soiled and blotted, and gave me a New Year, all unspotted, and unto my tired heart smiled: “Do better now my child.”
William Stidger