Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-02-21
YEMPIITS APPEAL.
Written fer the Mczaphis appeal
THR SNnW
BY CARRIE BELL sISCLAER.


sleeping under the falling snowi
Two Of the household band;
one where the southern breszes blow,
And ons In a norther land.
One with a crswn Of suffering
Pressing the pale cold brow;
And one with the blood OF the battle field
Kissing the fair cheeks now.
OH sad is the requiem songto me,
The winter winds now sigh;
For under this snow-this beautiful snow,
Mary and wHIle lie!
Twas only a year ago to-day,
Mary watched the snowfiakes fan,
And spoke Of a shroud as pure and white,
the dropping funeral pail.
For she knew that the snow-the spotless snow
. Il fell 50 soft and light,
Wouid fan Ger a new-made grave when she
Lay vrapt in her garments white.
And sadly sit and dream to-day,
As watch the old year die,
oftbe household graves, where underthesno
Willie AID Mary lie!
lis Just one year ago to-day
Our While 80 young and brave,
Was LAID to rest meath the rain that ien
Der HIS new-made soldier grave!
And sadly I wept above that SOD
o-arthe form Of the loved one there
where the golden locks, all wet with blood
Drooped over the forehead fair
And watch the falling snow to-day
As careless ones pass by
And think Of the snow-white graves afar'
Where Mary and Willie lie.
On many a heart is weeping now,
A. they watch this falling snow;
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And the graves where they lie so low
Some parse by the grave. just newly made
To place the loved one there,
"a spotiess breast OF the pure white snow
Folds 70 il the mourneu tear!
God pity them on this dreary day =.
For OH IL is sad, l know,
To turn from the grave where the loved one
sleeps,
Ender the falling sRow!
On We who tired Eith a carless step
over this spetless snow,
Thank heaven that on your path today
There faneth no bitter woe!
And lightly upon the bosom now
Let the careless step be pressed
And remember the graves-tke holy graves
Where so many loved ones rest
All, pure and holy II seems to me-
As the silvey fakes feat by;
Fer under this snOw-this falling snow,
Mary aud Willie lie!
Oh the snow the beautiful snowi
O v 10 see it fall,
And watch the busy little hands,
That gather the spotless ball
II falls as if il seemed 70 know
That its icy touch would blight;
As II It pities the aching hearts
That are not happy and light.
And it seems almost a sin to weep,
A. the shsdowy flakes float by;
But under his snov-this beautiful snow!
Willie and Mary lie!
Hove to look out on the spotIess snow,
As it falls so soft and light
For the earth seems far more lovely now
Under these robes Of white.
And know It's God vino sends it,tOO,
As it falls so lightly down.
Or the old year would lot be to-day,
Under this snowy crOwut
And perchancs ere another year has died,
I. too, may be sleeping low,
Like Mary and Willie, who sweetly rest,
Under this falling now
It's the Heavenly Father doeth all
His ways are always best;
And when these weary hands are clasped
Ger my p~ulseless breast,
But pray that my robes may be as white
AS the pure snow drifting down,
And hely and bright in heaven may shine
A beautiful angel crown
AS you think OF her, who Is weaving now,
This requiem wreath Of woe,
VIII you weep when with Mary and Willie
I lie
Under the beautiful snow.
AUGUSTA. Ga, December 81, 1856.