Master and Boy

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Master and Boy

“Who is this little one lying,”

Said Time, “at my garden-gate,

Moaning and sobbing and crying,

Out in the cold so late?”

“They lurked until we came near,

Master and I,” the child said,

“Then caught me, with ‘Welcome, New-year!

Happy Year! Golden-head!’

“See Christmas-day, my Master,

On the meadow a mile away!

Father Time, make me run faster!

I’m the Shadow of Christmas-day!”

“Run, my child; still he’s in sight!

Only look well to his track;

Little Shadow, run like the light,

He misses you at his back!”

Old Time sat down in the sun

On a grave-stone⁠—his legs were numb:

“When the boy to his master has run,”

He said, “Heaven’s New Year is come!”