The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-12-02
SNON.ELAKES.

Silently the Snow Spirit passed, shaking
the pearIy down from his wing, covering
Earth with mantle of white.
The last faded Autumn leaves have fall
len; few purple and white pansies and
bright verbenas ara smiling under the
snow, while their more delicate sister.
have closed their eyes in slumheri the
grass is brown AID withered; and when
Natures last preparation for rest is com
pleted. the pure white shroul is throtn
around her and she sleeps until the awak.
ening Of Spring. just as carefully the
snow Ike covers the little violet by the
roadside as tie rarest plan: in royal gar
den; clinging to the cold, bare branches of
the trees, covering the house-tops. the
fences, the piles of dry Autumn leaves, the
witherei grass; hiding all their imper!-c'
tuns under its mantle Of purity. Freezing
snos.f.kes glaze with transparent crystal
everything open to the sky.
E,rth's white carpet, AMI the trees as
the wind stirs their crystal points, in the
sunlight, present Picture of wonderful
loneliness.
The coming OF the snowflake warns our
.ongsters to seek a warmer cline; and
though the tender flowers may hide their
heads at its approach, and the rejoicing
streams cease their muruaaring; yet while
preparing Nature for the long rest in which
she acquires strength and vitality for the
coming Spring, she teaches man to forget
ut times his anxious strife for wealth and
fame, aoi in solitude commune with self,
learning that happiness 10 found in the
hearts own chambers. As the tossed and
Tempest driven bark seeks the shelter Of
some quiet bay, 80 weary, wandering man
her shroui Of snow fakes to seek somo ha
ven of rest and reft for times rough yoy-
age.
As the germ, buried beneath the snow.
fakes, bursts into life with the breath Of
Spring, go when the winter of trial is past,
enriched by sorrow, d brighter life may
rise over the grave Of buried hopes.
There are some who dwell in regions OF
perpetual Snow, AMI. though they often
find in 1t their grave, yet they consider i,
blessing rs it affords them shelter from
the storms Of those icy regions.
Snow fakes & laden the hearts Of child
rem in quiet, happy homes, and they add
still greater horror to the battlefield.
The ambition Of Napoleon I'D the pride
aud chiva'ry OF Europe to perish alnii tile
SHOWS of Rassia and he bitterly felt the
taunt Of the enemy, Gould the French
! find 10 graves in their own hnd2"
! The child's ewes sparkle as he looks up
wlirl Of eddying fakes; but the poor rag
/ eed begGar in the stree. sees no beauty il
the thick,y filling snow; to him it speak,
Of cold weary wanderings from door t.
door 10 search of bread; of dark dreary
! nights when he must seek bis couch Of
straw, without food and with nc friendly
fire to warm his stifsned body.
Many u weary toiIer, "looking thr,us'
(. LIFE u iidering images for the rest which
he'er doth come. longs to lie down sar
| long long rest, and be covered like th,
/ hnwers with the pure white Snow.
The lonely traveller, far from bunal
habta,ioC sees his doom clearly written il
! tie binding snow a k-s. aud at last, ever
| come with exhaustion, sinks upon the Icy
breast Of mother earth-white snow hi,
winding sheet.
I We meet those Sllo seem clad in snow
SO cold, so freezing, yet when We know
/ them better, the "suobeams Of the soul
melt the drifts away"
! Some in their manner seem to say, al
have snoT white mantle of purity" ye'
/ We know that the purest gems Of thought
ard feeling dwell not always uLder the
! fairest exteriors, even as Earth must b,
rent, before her gems are found
! Millions of g"ms lie buried beneath tn.
white snow ilakes, yet we neve. doubt that
they will bud and bloom again in the
! springtime.
! Our cynflerce in Nature is undying
| Amid the storms and risors of winter
When deep snow blocks our doors, We trust
/ her still
I'VE al do fade as leaf, and when our
/ loved ones close their eyes in slumber, and
! their dear forms are laid in their last rest
! ,rg pluce, may W not as truly believe that
their bright spirits will dwell in a fairer
! form. on the other side Ct the river Of
| Death?
| The snowflake kisses just as tenderly
the cheek Of poor outca-t of the street
as that Of the fair woman ROBBED in velvet
and decked with jewels; and when around
each It throws mantle of purity, who
shaii ray that the heart of one is any
rorer or more deserving of love than the
other? Who knows Of the Calling chain.
that have dragged one down to be trampleC
upon, while another was never tempted
and never fell. At last the snow fake.
drift over tie poor on.cast and
With thrilling kiss of .lumbrous bliss
ii luils the aaEdercr ; care.
WnES TO ADvEaTIsE-Tbera is no sea