The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1871-07-07
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vealed in rhyme, we have yet to embalm
them in tie myrtle memory OF our tears. {
They are not the lisp-breathings OF ro-
nance. They must lave been uttered
from the blightcd rosc-lips of real life
each word gem, each line & pearl. Per-
chance, when her wild wOrdwail closed
amid carth's iciclcs, some sister spirit
OF song, listening entranced above, may
have flung to earth l.er starry scarf OF
sympathy, and caught this loved and lost
Peri up to her home in heaven. Hope
inspires il.
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below,
Over the housc-tops. over the streets,
Over the heads ofthe people you meet
Dancing,
Flirting,
Skmming along.
Beautiful snow Ut can do nothing wrong.
Flying to kiss fair lady's cheek,
Clinging to lips in II frolicsOme freak.
Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,
Pure AS al angel and iicklc as love!
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,
How tho flakes gather and laugh as they
go,
Whirlimg about in its maddcning fun,
1t plays in it's glee with every Ome-
Chasing,
Laughing,
Iiurrying by!
II lights up the face and it sparkles the
eye,
And even the dogs. with bark AMI a
bound;
Snap at the crystals that eddy around /;
The town is alive, and its heart IN a glow.
TO welcome the coming Of beautiful
snow.
, How the wild crow d goes swaying along
Hailing each other with humorand song
How tie gay sleighs, like mcteors, lasl'
by
Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye.
Ringing,
Swinging,
Dashing they GO,
Over the crest Of the beautiful snow
n Snow SO pure when it falls from the sky
10 be trmplcd in mud by the Grove
rushing by,
TO be tramplcd aud tracke ed by tho thou
sands OF feet
Till ii blends with the filth in tho hor'
riblc street.
Once was as pure as the snow :but fell
j Fell like the snow flakes : from heaven
to hell;
Fell, to be tramped as the filth Of th'
street;
Fell, to be scofIed, to be spit on, and beat
: Pleading,
!: Cursing,
Drcading to die;
i Selling my soul to whoever would buy
n Dealing in shame for mOrsel Of bread
Hating the living and fearing the dead
Mcrcifnl God have fallen so low!
i Aud vet l was once like the beautifu
snow.
: Once / was fair as the beautiful snow.
> With an eye like its crystals, heart lik'
its glow;
Once was loved for my innocent grace
: Flattcred and sought for the CHAIN o
my facet
Father,
Mother,
e Sisters, all,
S God and myself, I have lost by my fall
The vcrcst wretch that goes shivcrin2 D.
), Will take a wide sweep, lest wande
too nigh;
For Of all that is on or about nc know
There is nothing that's pure but ti'
q beautiful snow.
J. How strange ii should be that this beau
i titul snow
: Should fall on sinner with nowhere K
h GO! j,
: How strange it would bc, when thu
q night comes again,
IIfthc snow and the ice struck my dcs
: psrate brain!
Painting,
y Freezing,
:, Dying alone;
Too wicked for prayer too weak for ~!
moan
: To be heard in the streets Of the Graz!
G. town, !,
Gone mad in their Joy at the snow
: coming down;
To lie and to die, in my terrible woe,
in With bed aud shroud Of the beautiful
III snow!
0TA letter from General Rosccran
!. has recently been published in the All
h. California, iavoring the construction
Of the narrow gauge railways. tn