He came to the desk with a quivering lip;
the lesson was all done;
"dear Teacher, I want a new leaf," he said. "I have spoiled this one."
I took the old leaf, torn and blotted, and gave him a new one, all unspotted.
And into his sad eyes smiled, "Do better now, my child."
I came to the throne with a trembling heart;
the year's work was done.
"Dear Father, I want a new year," I said. "I have spoiled this one."
He took the old year, torn and blotted, and gave me a new one, all unspotted.
And into my sad heart smiled, "Do better now, my child."
the lesson was all done;
"dear Teacher, I want a new leaf," he said. "I have spoiled this one."
I took the old leaf, torn and blotted, and gave him a new one, all unspotted.
And into his sad eyes smiled, "Do better now, my child."
I came to the throne with a trembling heart;
the year's work was done.
"Dear Father, I want a new year," I said. "I have spoiled this one."
He took the old year, torn and blotted, and gave me a new one, all unspotted.
And into my sad heart smiled, "Do better now, my child."
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