Litchfield enquirer., 1862-03-13
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THE SNOW.

THE SNOW. Ohi thu snow, the beautiful snow, Filling tha sky and earth below Over the house-tOps, over the street, Over the heads of the people you meet.
 Dancing. ..
 Fitting, .
 Skimming along; Beautiful snow, it can do nothing 1ong. Flying to kiss fair lady's cheek, ClingiTg to lips in frolicsome freak; Beautiful snow from the heaven above, Pure as an angel, as gentle as lovel Oh the snow the beautiful snow How the flakes gather and laugh as they 90 Whirling about in it's maddening fun, It plays in it's glee with every one!
 Chasing, = Laughing,
 Hurrying by, It lights up the face, and it sparkles thee And even the dogs with a bark and bound Snap at the crystals that eddy around. The town is alive, and its heart in glow, To welcome the coming of beautiful snow. How the wild crowd goes swaying along, Railing each other with humor and song! How the gay sledges like meteors flash by, Bright for moment, then lost to the eye; Ringing,
 Swinging.
 Dashing they go, Over the crust of the beautiful snow Snow so pnre when it falls from the sky, And tramplsd it. mud by the crowdsrushing by, Trampled and tracked by thousands of feet, Till it blends with filth in the horrible street. Once was pure as the snow--but fell Fell, like the snow-hakes,- from heaven to hell
 Eel. to be trampled as filth of the street, Fell to be scotfed, to be spit on, and beat
 Pleading.
 Cursng, Dreading to die, Selling my soul to whoever would buy; Dealing in shame for a morscl of bread, Hating the living, and fearing the dead Me-ciful God have fallen so low? Yet was once like the beauti. ul snow! Once was fair as the beautiful snow, With eye like its crystal, heart like its glow, Once I was loved for my innocent grace, Flattered and sought for the charms of my face
 Father,
 Mother,
 Sisters, all, God and myself have lost by my fall 1he-yeriest wretch that goes shivering by, Takes wide sweep. lest wander too nigh i; For all that is on or above me know There nothing so pure as the beautiful snow How strange it should be that beautifulsnow Should fall on q sinner, with nowhere to go !! Strange it should be, when night comes again, If snow and ice struck my desperate blain ]!
 Painting,
 Freezing,
 Dying alone, Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan To bs heard ill the crazy town. Gone mad in the joy Of snow coming down, To lie and to die in my terrible woe, With abed and shroud of beautiful snow SONG or THE NEGkO BOATMEN. 9- BY J. e. WHITTIER. Oh. praise an tanks De Lord he come To set de people free; An massa ii lk it day ob doom, An we ob jubilee. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea waves, He jus as strong as den He say de word we las night slaves; To-day, de Lords freemen.
 De yam will grow, de cotton blow,
 Wen hab dc rice an corn:
 Oh, nebber you fear. if nebber you hear
 De driver blow his horn! Ole massa on he trabbels gone; lie IeuD the lapQ Dcnlnu De Lords breef blow him furdcr on, Like corn -shuck in de wind. We own dc hoe, we own de plough, We own de hands dat hold; We sell de pig, we sell du COW, But nebber chile be sold. De yam will grow, de cotton blow.
 We'll hab de rice an corn: o nebber you fear, fl nebber you hear
 De driver blow his horn! We pray de Lord: he gib us signs Dat some day we be free De Norf-wind tell it to de pines, De wild-duck to de sea; We tink it when de church-bell ring, We dream it in de dream; De rico bird mean it when he sing, De eagle when he scream.
 Ds yam will grow, dc cotton blow,
 We'll hab do rice an corn:
 Oh, nebber you fear, if nebber you hear
 De driver blow his horn We know de promise nebber fail, And nebber lie the word; So, like de 'postles in de jail, We waited for de Lord An now he open ebery door, An trow away de key; He tink we Tub him so before, 4-. We Tub him bette free. ....,
 De yam will grow, de cotton blow, He'll gib de rice an corn
 So nebber you fear, if nebber you hear
 De driver blow his horni