Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1871-05-19
T O E T r Y
BEAUTIFUL Snow.


BEAUTIFUL Snow.
Row many thousands have let their tears fall
over these beautiful lines, rs their touching pathos
enllca into recollection the sad story OF other md
sltni'nr victims TO man wanon cruelty In point
OF smooth vcrsiticnton. and easy. flowing r,ihm
through which is almost heard the plnintivc wall
of wonlan's ruined honor. our knowledge of Eng
l,sh literature brings TO mind no single poem of
such thrilling sentiment ns this.
In the early part o. the war; one dark Saturday
morning in The dead OF winter. there ,lirl ut the
Commercial Hospital. in CINCINNATI young wo
man over whose head only iva and twenty sum
mcrs had pa, sod She had unre brrn possessed of
mn envnhe share OF beauty; had been as she
herself said. lattrrrh and sn,gl for the charms
Of her face :" hui alas upon her n,r brow Ind
long been written that terrible wnrd -,roslitutr!
once the rrid" "i Respectable parcnngr. her first
wrong step was the small hcgnnng OF The same
old stor over agnin' which has been onl, ,he
lie history ot thousands. Highly educated ar.
accomplished in manners. the migh, hay" shown
in 'h" hest oi society. inl the evil hour l.n
proved Eci ruin WAS huI the door iron, chl,hooh
ana having spent y"ung liir in Il Sgrace aud
Shame. the pnnr trirndcss die thc mr ucholy
dcaih OF II broken hcaricd outc,,st
Among her personal effects was found, in man.
nscript, "Bcaut,iul Snow" which was mhpine
ly carried TO En"s B Reed. n gentleman of culture
nnd literary tastes. who was At Tint time editor of
the Nni oHa Union. In the columns of tha, ~. per
on the mornin of The day following the yirl's
death the poem appeared print ior the frs, time
When the pnper containing The poem came out on
Sun ny morning. the body of the victim had not
yet received burial. The attention of Thomas
Buchanan Reed one Of the first Of American u poets
wns soon directed to the newly published lines
who wns so taken with their stirring ratlos that
he Immediately followed the corpse 10 its final
resting pnc
Such nre the plain facts concerning her whose
Beautiful Snow" will lung he regarded MS cue OF
The brig test gems in american liicraturc
oh! the snow. The beautiful snow
Filling The nih nt.,l SIX, below.
Over the housntops. over The street.
Over the heads OF Tie people you meet
Flirting
Swimming nlong.
Beautiful snnw il can do no wrong
Flying 10 kiss a ,nir lndy's cheek
ChnGina to lips in trolicsomc freak
BcantiIml snow from the heaven above
Pure as'ln angel gentle rs love!
Oh the snow. the beautiful snow,
Whirling about III the mnd'e,nns fun,
Ii plays in na i;iee with every one
Laughing,
lurrying hy
II lights on the face, and sptlklcs the eye!
And the 'lo.s with bark nni bound
Snap NJ the crystals aS they c,ldy nr"und
u
TO Melconc the coming OF heautiiul snow!
How wild the crow goes swaying along.
llniing each other with iuninr an,l song
How the gay slrigms. like mripnrs. flash hy
Bright or moment. tl.rn lust to the eye;
Ring ny.
Swinging.
insug they 60
OV,r the crust ni The hennti:n SLOW;
Snhw :" pure when il iaIia from he sky,
TO he npIc nn ira krd ny TIE tho,s in,lS irri
Til j; blends with the ii, in the horrible street.
Once vas pure ns Ihc sm whuI fell
Fell like the sncw lnkcs ,rom heaven to he'll;
Fell I" he trampled ny Gnh of The street;
Fell 10 he scn!r,l. to De sp Oh aud heat
Plea lng.
Cursing.
l,rcalng 10 lic,
Selling my soul 10 whoever would bay
Dealing in shame tor morsel uI bread;
Hating The living and fearing the dead
Mere, u God. Luvr fallen sn low
And yet was once like the beautiful snow.
Once fnir the beautiful snow
With eye like its crystal. a heart like its glow
Once loved Tor my innocent grace
Flattercd and sought for the churns OF my face
Mother.
Sisters NIL.
Col and myself. have lost by my fall;
Inc VcflpSt wreIcn thnt goes ShlScflng by,
Will make II wide sweep irS wnntlrr too nigh
For all that is on or m, We me know.
There is oll,in thai $ pure as lie beautiful snow.
How strange il should hr thai his ben tirul snow
Should fall on sinner wiih bow here 3. 70
How strange il shonl b.. when night comes again
II tie snow and the ice sruck my desperate brain.
Painting.
Freezing.
Dying alone.
Too wicked for prayer, too weak nr NOAH
To he heard IN The sire Is OF the crazy town
Gene mad in the joy Of the snow coming down.
To he and To die in my terrible woe,
With bel aud u shroul OF the heoni,fui nav
Helpless nn'l fonl as The trnnplrd snow
Sinner. despair not Christ stOnpth low
To rescue the soul that is lost in its sin
And raise it to life and enjoyment again,
Gronning.
Bleeding,
Dying for thee,
The Crucifed hung the cursed tree!
His accents of mercy fell soft on thine ear.
"Is there mercy for me? viii lie hear my weak /
prayer?
0 God in the stream TINT for sinners did flow,
Wash IN ami shall he winter iimn show"
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