The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1868-10-22
THE SNOW.

Since the publication of ''The Bridge
of fSighs," by Hood, we have seen moth
ing equal to the following poem in
point of smooth versiication. flowing
ry thm,and touching pathos. The plain
tive wall of a woman's lost honor will
bring tears to every sensitive breast
The author and subject of the piece was
an actress of some reputation. who for
merly lived in St. Louis in great style
and magnifcence. She was connected
by marriage with some of the first peo-
pie of the country, and to those who
knew her the poem will be douhly at
tractive-a woman of great genius and
unsurpassing beauty, fallen 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 ard earth below;
Over the house-tops, over the street,
Over the heads of the people you meet.
Dancing,
Flirting.
Skimming along.
beautiful snow 1t does no wrong
Flying to kiss1a fair latly's cheek,
Ciinging to lips in a froticsome freak.
beautiful snow from the Heaven above,
Pue as an angel, gentle as love!
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,
How the flakes gather, end laugh as they go
Whirling about the ma,l,iening fun,
1t plays in the glee with every one.
Chasing.
Laughing,
HurrVing by;
1t lights on the face. and sparkles the eye,
And the dogs, with a barking and bound,
Sharp as the crystals that eddy around;- =
The town is alive, and its heart in glow.
10 welcome the coming OF beautiful snow!
How wild the crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humor and song!
How the gay sledges, like meteors, flask by,
Bright, for the moment, then lost to the eye
Swinging
Dashing they go,
Over the crust of the beautiful snow;
Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,
To be trampled in mud by the crowds rush
ing by,
To be trampied and tracked by the thousands
Till it blends with the filth of the horrible
street.
Fell like the snow flakes from Heaven to he'll ;
Fell to be trampled IS filth in the street:
Fell to be scoffed at, to be spit on and beat;
Pleading,
Cursing.
Dreading to die,
Selling my soul to Whoever-Would buy;
Dealing in shame for a nlorsel of bread;
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Mercifrl God! Have L fallen so low?
And vet was once like the beautiful snow.
Once 1 was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like its crystal. a heart like its
glow;
Once 1 was loved for my innocent grace
Flatterd and sough for the charms ofmy face
Father,
Mother,
Sister-all;
God, and myself. have lost by my fall;
The Veriest wretch that goes shivering by
Will make a wide sweep, lest wander too
nigh;
For all that on or above me I know,
There is nothing that's pu@R as the beautiful
snow.
How strange it should be that the beautiful
snow
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go?
How strange it should be, when the night
comes again,
If the snow and the ice struck my desperate
brain,
Painting, E5-
Freezing, zr
Dying alone,
Too wicked for prayer. too weak for a moan,
be heard in the streets of the crazy town,
Gone mad in the joy cf the snow coming down
To be, and so die, in my terrible woe,
With a bed and q shroud of the beautiful snow