The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1886-12-03

WINTER N wAyT


H"V" nAkeSlt1ad l,aon.
10 dr1ii out OF the wide, was,aosnn
ieaden sky, like fleeing homes sua
: q heart over which despair IRON
: gun to creep and chill. 200 w.
de logged on over The
ground, while the savaea ' ven
came scnrrying over the hs ",na
fields, searched out the man D'OwA
places in his clothing. and 1e0t
under the rags aud bit and u,ept
his quivering flesh, while il lsnaaang
spitefully ia its delight at bpIISsIe'l
and buffstiDg the lnckless wand ,n
or. ""uuef'
Even the few scared dark la.r..
the ragged remnant OF the sum~o,
wealth OF foliage, rustled and
bered, as If making merry ., slo,
f~Oriornuess, while he ai,nIaa IN
quickened bis pace. 'y
"a strange god, is this ooa
WINTER" he muttered. .sGlor;onOo "
flashing and bright are the ;o"'
and sweets 1t brings to the r;oS sS
and cruel as fangs of the 6erv =.
penis in hell are the tortures ma
pain it brings TO those cursed with
poverty. "'ta
Even now the lamps are beoin
mug to shed their glad aud oolSon
glow through the princely halls ~
fhe millionaire. And there too I'm
flowers, that in their crystal bons%
have laughed at the futile tbraats
of the whirling storms without asa
culled and twiued, and are breath
ing ont their swooning odors as
sweet as ever in their Arabian
home.
And by and by when the music
shall clash ont its silrery madness
mid the scintlllant sheen of level
aud silk and lamp and blossom. tho
rich man will seize the golden gob.
let trimming bright with odoPons
wine, and quaf it In honor OF win.
ter, aud laugh in his heart and say
The winter is a right royal season
Indeed, and subtitle sweet is tho
'up VI ne Whlcn d gods hold to
1ur lips in the season OF frost and
"Ah, sweet is the winter to him.
noans the shudderIng outcasi.
And sweet are the visions that
tonight in the fancy of The
'rima donna, az she dreams OF her
FInter triumphS before the flash of
he footlighis. A thousand CLEANS
lance from the jewels on ladies' in
rowded boxes before her /; a thou.
and bands beat IN applause the
lowered flowers fall in u perfnmed
am around her, and the widest.
'ndest notes OF the orchestra are
roWned IN the salvOs of applause
come from myriad fhrOats-
MI royal and grand ana full of 10y
Gems ths winter season to her.
Sweet too is the winter to the
Onng girl OF wealth on whose
loves fiery finger il writing
sweet, mysterious lore. For her
e winter shall bring the sleigh
lie Ove- shining SHOWS under chill
light stars, while a lover will
words that will fill her :liis
IT'D n melody, matched with which
Q dialect chime OF siren silver
lis, borne on perfumed airs DER
oohllght maniled waters will DO
IidpSt diSeOrd,
But q, the fends that dance and
IN hell DER the cries of the
It, are kind compared with The
inter- king to the poor! Oh, how
little children will shuddpr and
'mOle as they crouch in the bleak
! wind swept streets, with hands
stretched IN vain for q penny 10
plfileSS paSser-by!
t is a time for gayety and glad.
n, tears and death. How tho
ut Of the mother tightens and
AXIS and bleeds, as the chilled
starving little ones wall for
NTH aud food while the gather.
tear drops f.eeze on their pallid
eks, aud through the chinks in
shingles the snow and starlight
through. A Strange, strange
Is the god OF snow.
any q corpse of wandprer will
Ound before the winter lOOsens
Ice chains from the world, and
5 into spIing-6ut few will
K how the cold racked and
lg his shivering limbs, before
last left him ia the springless
er OF death. Sad and numbar.
are the means of the wind as it
.ps through rK1 snow maHtled
OF many q forest, aud shreks
y around the sharp corners OF
bleak houses IN many u city -
he means OF the wind are out
lered by the sadder means
The winter wrings from human
nd human hearts.
urnful and wild are the toss
Of bleak, bare branches in the
rs clutch, bot not 50 mOnrniul
Id as the wriBging OF hands
} tossing OF limbs of tbOse who
tterly stung almost to death,
Q cruel fangs of winter and
g ago the demon Of winter
he CLEAN aud gladness from
u, and The anguish and tor
'Om the world Of eternal pain,
Iesses the rich and curses the
yh ho, here's a barn III creep
and there in the hay l viii
or summer and home and
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