Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1869-12-07
THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.

How many thousand have let their tears fall owe
tn sse beautiful lines thir touching pathos calle
into recollection the sad story Of other and smls
victims to mans wanton cruelty. In point of smooth
vsrsidcaton and easy-owing rhythm, through which
almost heard the plaintive vail OF womsns ruine
honor, it is to find poem Of such thrilling sent
meut. In the early part Of the war; dark satul
morning in the dad Of winter there died at the Com
nercial hospital in Cincinnati a young woman owe
whose head only two and twenty summers had passed
She had once been possessed of an enviabs share 9
beauty had been, as she herself said,
"Fattered and sought for the charms Of my face r
but, alas she had fallen Among her personal effect
was found in manuscript
THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW"
o the snow, the beautiful snow
Filling the sky and earth helow;
over the hOusetops, over the street,
over the heads Of the people you meet,
Flirting,
Swimming along
Beautiful snow, it can do no wrong;
Flying TO kiss a fair ladys chsek,
Clingins 70 lips in frocsome freak
Beautiful snow from the heaven above,
Pure as an angel, gentle as love!
the snow, the beautiful snow
How the faxes gather aud laugh as they 60
whirling about in their maddeHing fun,
It plays in its glee with every
Chasing,
Laughing
Hurrying by,
It lights on the face and il sparkles the eye;
And even the dogs, with bark and bound,
Snap at the crystals they eddy around:
The towns alive, and its heart is glow,
To welcome the coming OF the beautiful snow.
How wild the crowd goes swaying along,
TIsng each other VITA humor and song!
How the gay sleighs like meteors, flash by,
Bright for moment, then lost 10 the eye;
Ringing,
Swinging
Da hing they go
Over the crust OF the beautiful snow
Snow pure when it falls from the sky,
To be tfampled and tracked by this thousand of feet
Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street
Once I was pure as the snow but fell
Fell, ike the suowiakes, from heaven to hell
Foil, to be trsmpled ilth OF the street
Fell to be scOffed, to be spit and beat;
Pleading,
Dreading to die
Selling my soul to whoever would buy
Dealing in shame for a morEel of bread.
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Merciful God, have l fallen SO low
And yet was once like the beautiful snow.
Once was fair as the beautiful snow
With eye like its crystal, heart like its glow
Once | was loved for my innocent grace,
Fattered and sought for the charms Of my face.
Father
Mother,
Sisters all,
God and myself / have lost by my fall
The yeriest wretch that goes shivering by
Will make wide sweep, lest wander too nigh
For ali that is or about me, know,
There's nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow
How strange it should be that this beautiful snow
Should fall on sinner with nowhere to go
How strange il should be, when the light comes
again,
II the snow and ice struck my desperate brain
Painting,
Freezing
Dying alone,
Too wicked for prayer, to weak for a moan
To be heard IN the streets Of the crazy town,
Gone mad in the JOY Of the snew coming down:
To be and to die in a terrible wor,
With bed and shroud of the beautiful snow.
Helpless and fouled as the trampled snow
Sinnsr, despair not CHRIST stoopsth low
To rescue the soul thtt is lost in its ain,
Ard raise Il e. life aud enjoyment again
GroauIng,
Bleeding
Dying for thee
Tie Cruci6ed hung on the sed tree
His accents OF mercy fall soft thine
lis there mercy tor mef will he heed my weak
prayer
0 God, il the stream that for sinners did fov
y ssh ne, and shall be winter than snow