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!"