The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-05-17

FELL, to be tramplcd as filth in tho street:
Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;
Pleading,
Cursing, -- --
Dreading to die, =
Selling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dealing in shame for morscl Of bread
aating the living and fearing the dead!
Merciful God! have fallen 30 low!
And yet was onco like thoboautiful snow!
Onco was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an .eyo like tho crystal, a heart like
Once was loved for my innocent grace
Fiattered and sought for the charms of
my facel -
Father,
Mother,
Sisters all
God and myself, I've lost by nv fall:
The yericst wretch that goes shivering bv
WIZ make wide swoop, lest wander too
. nigh;
For all that is ON or above, know,
Ihere fs nothlnyas pure as the beautiful
snow.
How strange it should be that this beauti-
full snow
Should fall on q sinner with nowhoro In on,
How strange 1t should be when tho night
comes again,
the snow and the ice struck my deepc-
rate brain,
Painting,
Freezing,
Dying alone;
100 wicked FOR prayer, too weak for n
To be heard in the streets of the crazy
town,
Gone mad i'll the JOY of the snow coming
down.,
To be, and to die, III my terrible woe,
With bed and shroud Of the beautiful
snow!
Ii words were ever more sorrow
fully sounded, or moro sadly, yot
gorgeously, grief-woven than these
heart -throbs, revelling in rhyme, we
have yet to embalm them in the myr-
tie memory of our tears. They are
not the lisp-breathing of romance;
they must have been uttered from the
blighted rose-lips of real life-each
word O gem, each line pearl. Per-
chance, when her wild word-wail
closed. amid earth's icicles, some SIS
ter spirit of song, listening, en-
tranced, above, may have flung to
earth her starry scarf of sympathy,
and caught this loved and lost Peri
up to her home in Heaven! Hope
inspires it.
'THE FALLEN SSow. "A cores
pondent of the Macon Telegraph
writes:
You published, in your paper of
Wednesday morning, the above poem,
a production of extraordinary merit.
The authors name does not appear,
no doubt to the disappointment of
many readers who admire the true
and beautiful in sentiment and COM
position. Knowing her history, I pur-
pose giving brief biography.
The maiden name of the author
was Dora Shaw. She was born and
grew into womanhood in the Wabash
Valley, Indiana. Her parents were
plain, honorable people, blessed with
plenty, though not rich, rs the word
goes They loved their beautiful
Dora, and bestowed upon her nm
education which few females ever re-
ceive. Thataccomplished, her father
and mothers next ambition was to
wed her to some wealthy and djstin-
guished gentleman. AS is too often
the case, they had the fatal delusion
that the daughters will should be
sacrificed upon the altar of Mammon:
that wealth and ambition should be
preferred to love.
In 1850, Il. S. LeBaum and Dora
Shaw were married LeBaum was n
citizen and the posscssor of immense
property in st. Louis. Being in the
Wabash Valley upon business of his
house, he saw, loved and wooed this
young, beautiful and accomplished
woman. He did not get her own,
but her parents consent, and the
marriage which followed was hallowed
i6y no love, save upon the side of the
husband.
Taking his bride home to his splen-
d!d palace in the city, she was there
given everything that wealth could
6estow. Still she was not happy.
DID you ever see q contented eagle
III gilded cage?
Inc wife was at once introduced to
and became tho admiration of the
best people of the city. To the out
ward world, she appeared the hap
pest OF mortals, illustrating how few