Louisiana capitolian., 1880-05-29

WTluItu tlIdl lelIlUlS WVih pi"'.A'"eH'
Once the pride Of respectable parcntagc;
her first wrong step was the small
beginning of the "samc old story over
again" which has been the only life his
tory of tlousands-highly educated and
accomplished in manners, she might
Irave shone in the best of society hut
the evil hour that proved her ruin was
the door from childhood and having
spent a young life in disgrace and shame,
the poor friendess one died the mclan-
choly death of broken hearted olitcast.
Among her personal effects was found,
in manuscript "1hc Beautiful Snow"
which was immediately carried to Enos
K. Reed, u gentleman of culture and
literary taste, who was at that time cdi-
tor of the National Union. In the col
umns Of that paper, on the morning OF
the day following the girls death, the
poem appeared in print for the first time,
When the paper containing the poem
came ont on Sunday morning, the body
of the victim hadnot yet received burial.
The. attention Of Thomas buchanan
Reed, one of the first American Poets,
was soon directed to the newly publish
cd lines, who was so taken with their
stirring pa'hos that he Immediately fol-
lowed the corpse to its lina! resting
place
TIE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.
o the SNOW, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below
Over the house tops over the street,
Dancing,
Flirting,
Skimming alone;
Beautiful now it can do nothing wrong;
Flying to kiss a fair lady's check.
Clingng to lips in frolicsomc freak;
Beautiful snow from the heavens above,
Pure rs m angel, gentle as love
o the snow, the beautiful snow.
How the flakes gather and laugh as they g",
Whirling about in their maddening fun;
It plays in it's glec with every ono
Chasing.
Laughing,
Iiurryiu. by
1t lights on tn" face, and it sparkles the eye,
And the dogs, with a bark and bound,
Snap at the crystals that eddy around
The town is alive and its heart in Il glow
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.
How wildly the crowd goes sway ing along,
Hailing each other with humsr and song
How the gay slcdges like mcteOrs flash by,
Bright for moment then lost to the eye.
Ringing
Swinging
Dashing theJ 90,
Over the crust of the beautiful snow,
Snow 80 pure when it falls from the sky,
As to make one regret to see it lie,
To be traynplcd aud tracked by the thousa,.ds
effect,
Till it blends with tho dIth in the horrible
street.
Once was rs pure az the Slow, but fell;
Fell like the snow fakes from heaven to hell :
Fell to be trampled as filth in the street.
Fell to be sco,fch, to bc spit on and beat.
Pleading,
Cu1sing.
Drcadun to die;
Selling my soul to whomever would bug
Dealing in shame for u morsei of bread:
Hating the living and fearing the dead
Mercitul God Have fallen so low
And yet was once like the beautiful snow.
Once was fair as the beautiful snow,
With IN eye like its crystal a heart like its
glow;
Once was loved for my innoccn. grace
Flattercd and sought for the charms of my face:
Father,
Mother,
Sister, and ALL
God and myself l have Lost by my fall:
The vcliest wretch that goes shivcring by
Will make wide swoop lest wander too nigh |
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There's nothing as pure a. the beautiful SNOW.
How strange it should be, that this beautiful |
snow
Should fall on a sinner, nowhere to 90;
How strange it should be when, nigh, comes
again,
If tho snow and the leo struck my desperate !
brain
Painting,
Freezing.
Dying alone;
Too wicked for prayer, too weak for Il moan
To bo heard in the street Of the crazy town,
Gsne mad in thc,ioyOt the snow comm. down
To bo and to die smy terrible woe
With a bed and sllroud OF the beautiful snow.
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