Lancaster enterprise. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1891-1905, 1901-03-02

the first time. When the paper
containing the poem came out,
the body Of the victim had not
yet received burial. The atten-
tion Of Thomas Buchanan Reed,
one IF the first American poets,
was so taken with the stirring
patbos that he Immediately fol-
lowed the corpse to its final rest
Iug place.
Such are the plain facts con-
cernIng her whose Beautiful
Snow" will long be remembered
as one of the brightest gems in
American literature.
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow. 4.
Filing tn" sky aud the earth below, -:
over the houSs-tops, over the street, -
over the heads OF the people you meet E%a
Tlitling, =.
Beauuful suowl 1t can do nothing wrong
Flying to kiss the fair ladys cheek,
ChnRtng 20 lips In = froliesome freak;
Beautiful snow from the heavens above
Pure a. an angel, gentle as love-
On the snow, the beautiful snovl
How tho flakes gather aud laugh as they 20 ."
" nirling about in their maiden fun;
IL plays II its gics with every one.
LA"Ghiug
1t ligh on The FACE ana sparkles the ere
emo playing Gogs, with bark and oouad,
Snap AZ tho crystals ana eddy around.
The town Is alive and its hearts in o glow,
To welcome tho coming Of Q beautiful snow.
Row wildly the crowd goes swaying along,
h"tiug each other with humor and song
Low III" gay Elsds like moteors pass by,
brlkht ioc mCmonL thon lost 10 the eye;
Swinging,
DAshinR hey go,
over tho crest OF the beautiful snow
Snow so pure when It fell from the sky
As TO make ono rogret-to see is lie
To be ranplcd and tracked by thousands feet
TIL II blends with NTH OF the horrible streeL
Fell ike a snow fake from heaven 10 hell;
Fell TO be tramplad on as NTH in tbs street
Fell - be scoffed, to be spit on and beat
Pleading,
IGrsipg,
Dreadtng to die!
Selling my soul TO whoever would buy:
Dealing in shame for y morsel OF broad;
Hating The living and fearing the dead,
Merciful God! Have fallen 30 lowH
And yet was once ike the beautiful snow. :"
Once / was fair as the bouutiful'snow,
Nth an eye IKE crystal, u hehrI like Elou
Once ! was !o=-! for my innocent grse,
F.attered Nnd sought for charms o my face
MoIhar
Sister, all,
O. d and myself, have lost by my fall;
The West ;ch that goes ShiVering by
WIZ make = wide sweep lest wander too niRh
For all that on or above me I know
There's nothing SO pure 0s the beautiful snow
How strange it should be that beRuti snow
Shovld fall on q sinner with nowhere Ia GO
How slraEge would be when night c. mos aEain
II tho snow aSd lee struck my dssper- 70 brain.
Painting,
Freezing,
u ing alone,
Too wicked for prayeb, 700 weak for q moan
TO be heSrd ON she streets OF q crazy town
Gone ma IL tho JOY OF q snow coming down,
= O be Ana die in my terrible woe.
Witn - oec aRd c shroud IN thc beautiful snow
Helpless and foul as thc beautiful snow
,nner, despair not Christ stoopeth low
To rescue the soul that is lost in it's sin,
AND raise ii 10 life and enjoyment again. Z:
tIrCaninR,
Bleeding,
Dying for fhoo,
The cruCined one on che acoursed tree
II accents OF mercy fell soft on thine ear
Is there mercy for me-; win he heed my prayer ?
. GSil in the stream that for sinners did dow
Wash me, and shall be whittier than snow.