Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1865-11-24
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TILE SNOW.

Since the publication Of " The Bridge Of Sighs,'
by Hood we have seen nothing equal to the follow
ing poem in point of smooth versifcauon, flowing
rythm, and touching pathos The plantve wall Of
a woman's lost honor will bring tears to every SEN
sitive breast The author and subject Of the piece
was an actress Of some reputation. who formerly
lived in 81. Louis in great style and magniheenee
She was connected by marriage with some Of the
first people Of the country, and to those who knew
her the poem will be doubly attractive-a woman
of great genius and surprising beauty, fallen from
her proud estate paints her own soul and lets the
world see the written upon it in such ter
ribe letters Exchange.
Obi the snow the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and earth bellows
Over the housetops, over the street,
Over the heads OF the people you meet
Dancing,
Flirting,
STUNNING along
Beautiful snow II does no wrong
Flying TO kiss a fair lady's cheek,
Clinging to lips in a froiiosome freak,
Beautiful snow from the heaven above,
Pure as an angel gentle as love
Obi the snow the beautiful snow,
How the flakes gather and laugh as they go
Whrling about in the maddening fun,
1t plays in IL gee with every one
Chasing,
Laughing,
Hurrying by.
II lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye,
And the dogs with 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 wild the crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humor and song
How the gay sedges, like meteors, flash by,
Bright for the moment then lost to the eye
Ringing
Swinging,
Dashng they go,
Over the crust of the beautiful snowi
Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,
To be trampled in mud by the crowds rushing by,
To be trampled and tracked by the thousands
of feet,
Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.
Once was pure as the snow--but fell
Fell like the snow-fakes from heaven to hell
Fell to be trampled as filth of the streets
Fell to be scofied, to be spit on and beat
Pleading,
Cursing,
Dreading to die,
Selling my soul TO whoever would buy,
Dealing in shame for morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead
Mercfu God have fallen so iowf
And yet once like the beautiful snow.
Once was fair the beautiful snow,
With eye like its crystal, heart like it,
glow
Once was loved for my innocent grace
Flattered and sought for the charms my face
Father,
Mother,
Sisters all,
God, and myself, have lost by my fall;
The veriest wretch that goes shiyering by
Will make a wide sweep, lest j wander TOT
nigh;
For all that on or above me | know,
There is nothing that's pure as the beautifu
snow.
How strange it should be that this beautiful
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere TO gol
How strange it should be, when the night come
again.
II the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain
Painting,
Freezing,
Dying alone,
Too wicked for prayer, too weak for moan,
To be heard in the streets of the crazy town,
Gone mad in the joy Of the snow coming dowr
To be, and so die, in my terrible woe,
With bed and a shroud Of the beautiful snow