The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-08-13
The Beautiful Snow.


Although we have once or twice
published the following beautiful
poem, we reproduce it at the request
of friend, with the following intro
ductory from Lloyd's Railroad Guide
Since the publication of the
" Bridge of Signs, by Hood, we have
seen nothing equal to the following
poem in point of smooth versifcation,
flowing rythm and touching pathos.
The plaintive wall of a woman's lost
honor will bring tears to every sensi-
tive breast. The author and subject
of the piece was an actress of some
reputation, who formerly lived in st.
Louis in great style and magnifcence.
She was connected by marriage with
some of the first people of the coun.
try, and to those who knew her the
poem will be doubly attractive. A
woman of great genius and unsurpass-
ing beauty, falling from her proud
estate, paints her own soul, and lets
the world see the remorse written
upon it in such terrible letters"
Oh the snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and earth below!
the beads ever p ahe y
Fitting,
Swimming along.
Beautiful snow! it does no wrong,
Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,
Clinging to lips In frolicsome 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
Whirling about in the maddening fun,
1t plays in its gIee with every one,
Laughing.
Hurrying by;
1t lights on the face, and 1t sparkles the
Aud the dogs, with bark and bound,
Snap at the crystals that eddy around;
The town is alive, and its heart in glow,
To welcome tie coming of the beautiful
snow.
How wild the crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humor and song!
How the gay sledges, like meteors fash by,
Bright for the moment, then lost to the eye.
Ein gwigrinr.
Dancing they go, Il
Over the crust of the beautiful snow.
Snow so pure when 1T falls from The sky,
To be trampIed in mud by the crowd rush.
ing .'y,
To be trampled and tracked by the thous-
Till it blends with the nth in the horrible
street. 4HH%
Once was pure as the snow-but fell!
Fell like the snow-fiakes from heaven to
hell;
Fell to be trampled as filth in the street;
Fell to be scoffed. to be spit on and beat;
Pleading, Hf
Cursing,
a. Dres dful to die,
Selling my soul to whoever would buy;
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread;
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Merciful God! Have fallen so low?
And yet was once like the beautiful snow
Once was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like its crystal, heart like its
Once was loved for my innocent grace
Flattered and sought for the charms of my
Father,
Mother,
God and myself, have lost by my fall;
The veriest wretch that goes shiverlng by
VIII make wide sweep, lest 1 wander too
For ali that is on or above me know
There is nothing that's pure as the beauti-
full snow.
How strange it should be that this beauti.
Should fall on the sinner with nowhere
to GO
How strange it should be when the night
comes again,
II the snow and the ice struck my desper-
ate brain.
Painting,
Freezing,
Dying alone,
Too wicked for prayer, too weak for
To be heard in the streets of the crazy town.
Gone mad in the JOY of the snow coming
To be, and so die, In nay terrible woe
With bed and a shrowd OF the beautiful
snow.