Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1867-12-05
ghs gepnbliran.
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 5h, 1867.
The snow.

Since the publication of the Bridge of
Sighs,'' by Hood, we have seen nothing
equal to the following poem in point of
smooth versification, fowin, rythm and
touching pathos. The plaintive wall of a
woman's lost honor viii touch chord Of
sympathy in every humane breast. Tie
authoress and 81 beet of the piece, was an
actress of some reputation, who formerly
lived in st. Louis In great style and mag
nifcence. She was connected by marriage
with some of the first people of the coun-
try, and to those who know her the poem
win be doubly attractive. A woman of
great genius and surprising beauty, falling
from her proud estate, paints her own soul,
and lets the world see the remorse written
upon il in such terrible letters:
Oh the snow the beautiful snow,
FILLING the sky and the Earth below
Over the hOusetOps, over the street
Over the heads cf the people you meet,
Dancing.
Flirting,
Swimming along
Beautiful snow II does no wrong,
Flying to kiss fair lady'scheek,
Ciinging to lips in frolcsome freak,
Beautiful snow from heaven above,
Pure as an angel, gentle as love
Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow.
How the fakes gather and laugh as they go;
Vhirling about in the maddening fnn,
It plays in its gles with every one,
Chasing,
Laughing.
Hurryinc bv:
II lights on the face, and il sparkles the eye.
And the dogs with n bark and a bound,
Snap At the CRYSTALS that eddy around,
The town is alive and its heart 10 aglow,
To welcome the coming of the beautiful snow!
How wild the crowd goes swaying along,
Hsilng each other with humor and song,
How the gay sledges, Like meteors fash by,
Bright for the moment, then lost TO the eye
Ringing,
Swinging.
Dancing as they 20,
Over the crust ofthe beautiful snOwi
Snow pure when IL falls from the sky,
To he trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by,
To he trampled and tracked by the thousands OF ee,
Till IL blend. with the filth Of the horrible street
Once was pure ae the snow-hut fell
Fell like the snow flakes from heaven te he'll;
Fell to be rramplej filth in the street:
Fell 10 he scofed, TO he spit on and beat;
Pleading,
Cursng,
prcading to die,
Selling nv soui'to whoever would buy;
Dealing in shame Or q morse fofbreasf,
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
MercHul God, Have fallen so low?
And yet was once like the beautiful snow
Once was fair as tho beautiful snow,
With eye like its crystal. n heart like its glow;
Once was loved for my innocent grace
Flattered and sought for the charms of my hcs
Father,
Mother,
Sisters all,
God and myself. have lost by nv FALL;
The veriest wretch that goes shivcring by,
Will make n wide sweep lest / wander too nigh
For all that Is above me know
There is nothing that's pure the beautiful snow
How strange IL should be that this beautiful snow
Should fall on the sinner with nowhere to 60.
How strange il should be- when the night comes again.
II the and the ice struck my desperate brain,
Painting,
Freezing,
Dying alone,
Too wick ed for prayer, too weak for n moan,
To be h card in the streets OF the crazy town,
Gone mad in the joy Of the snow coming down,
To be, aud 20 die, 10 my terrible woe,
With bed and shro,Id o.the beautiful snow.