Jenks's Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland [Me.]) 1799-1802, 1799-12-16
THE SNOW STORM :
AN ELEGY.

By DR.. TRoTTrR, Phylcian to Lrrd NfySa's fleet.
Uaa rqiysart in
r1~IIr day was 70 dreary, the wind from the Ear,
l The cold il WAS pinching to man and TO beaft,
And the clouds fcem'd 10 labor with faow;
!. when William had drove all his loeks to the farm,
II, G,elter them W ell and to keep them from harm,
For he faw l,y the 1ies IT would fcon be atornh
And he thought il would 5luner aud blow.
And now. fAid the fl,epherd, my flock IS all fure,
NV cows from the fell and my bieatcfs lecure.
Beliaes II is Saturday night
and il ilould loter. and asy ne away
And not fee my Mary. alb! what ght ihe lay
She might think thai her William was going to fray;
She might think eodoeis or ip'se.
He whitfield ON TRULY he threw round his pa'd' :,
Nor fear dshe dal knight while he iought the oeAr ma'
For oft had he trampled that way
The fnow how il d,ifted and how The wind blew,
But what Gas the Rorm to lover 10 true;
Or the depth of the fnov ould be meet but With you
Sweet Mary, thy prefenee was May
Avav a. he bied. thought no i'll could be'ide,
And his poor faithful dog trudgng eofe by bis fde'
Fer they had no great ditancc TO ream: o'e,
aThrouph the wanc and the woodland, and turning inc
Why the whole of the journey Is ea'sa s m
Let me fee but my Mary, one kits, and imhe'
And then III return to my home.
Come TRULY come me for fear you h"uld aray'
The inoW II grows Deeper, more uaSN'Sss sss~ "~SP
And with not to leave you behind;
1sTruoy flould tarry, my Mary would lgh,
sIor fr ea,. You dear fellow and watches your eye
NOV ,e hats on YOUR head when me bids you good bye
Her heart is 70 tender and kind
More dark grew the night and fierce the wind blew
When the church the hill was era fnAschd IRON he
view,
We, he thought that he heard the church bell
"Come Trnly before me and ind out the way
rtxato mi =
And travellers in winter are apt Tor to hray,
Such iiories Of pilgrims they tell
His fai,hfu, companion the fnow drift among.
Dark'd loud a. he checrd his lov'd matter along,
For no moon or fiaT coaid be ieen'
Avav then they wander d bcnumd, and 70 chill,
And No poss faw the church on tho top OF tho hill,
Or the cht that bad slesmd fsm the houe ofthe mill
And the froa was nippins and Keen.
He dreaded the cliff that hung over the wave,
And the half frozen pool. oft the wanderers grave,
Then brea.hieis and pale with the blaa:
sThou Father Almighty, thou Ruler on High
Whole forms ihake the ocean, the earth and the ny,
o roted hut my love, and contented de-
Thus be pray d, aud thefe words were his iaal
To the lone humble cottage, where Mary forlorn.
On hopes aud on fears was alternately borne,
Poor TRULY ran fwiit for relief.
He paw'd At the .hre1,od, he fawn d at her foot,
Now bowling with anguiih--now prolrate and mute
sTwouId have melted fatyr TO have Teen the dumb BRUTE
Bst Mary wa, frantic with grief
?. This mantle. his prcent, f,ll iroud my cold form,
And IN fearch for my love in the depth OF the aorm,
Come TRULY, and fhow where he les:
Latt night how dream'd that my William was here,
All tlithe and 70 gay, like the ipring OF the years
All me! how his voice fcems thrill in my ear,
How I feail on the glance of his eyes!'
Che vraop'a round her mantle to roud her cold ferm
And her ioft flowing locks wav abroad 70 the form
Till icices hung from her hair;
That bofom where William had often rcci'nd
Ma rudeiy carefsd by the rough peifcing wind,
Yet fill as il painted it brought him mind
For deep his love printed there.
She pau'd as e pafsd where the hawthorn tree grew
For firm in its nladc had he vow'd to be true,
and fhe feh'd as fl,e bade il adieu:
She flak TO the cliff that hangs over the wave,
And the half frozen pool now the wanderers grave
The now Jrifted round heroine hrek more ihe gave
"Now William lnumber with you
Three days ard three nights the loud tenpef did at,
Nor fhrunk from the weather, nor icar'dby the blan
Poor TRULY faithful TO death
He wach'd oei the fpot where the lovers were lad.
Where William fund in the aru,s OF the maid
On the hand that had fed him he laid his cold head'
And gaping refgn'd his Ian breath
In forrowful dirae they where 'ornc 70 their home'
And many viilager mournd at their tomb.
And wcpt as they babe It aaieu;
A nd YOU who NAV read the fadt ale relate,
should you ere love like them, may you neer meet their
fate; Ell
pu, know from their virtues their blifs is complete
IS And learn from dog to be true
ANECDOTES.
pD rArrE raIiv;ro the fa,pers of a coattier