Daily Kennebec journal., 1914-01-12
Monday. January IL, 1914.
nrhe Beautiful Snow"

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service in an humble way by puolish-
ing a little folder. monthly. Every issue
contains an inspiration for good TO eV-
ery thinking person into whose hahuS
il falls. His topics are as Varleo as
are the whims and passions OF human
itv. but he treats them broadly from
tho Masters standpoint of love and
forgiveness, and goes on appearing 10
those attributes in all whom lie may
reach. From Scrubys The Mes
ssrqer" for the month of Decemper
we quote the following. hoping thae
even one more charitable thought may
he awakened for the fallen:
In the early part of the war; one oark
Saturday morning in the dead OF WIZ
ter. there died at the Commerclal nus
pi.aI. Cincinnati, Ohio, young "onl-
an over whose head only tWo-ailo-
trentv summers had passed. she hao
once been possessed of an ehVldole
share of beauty: had been, as she hef-
self said. .'fattered and sought Tor the
obarnos of her face;s but, alas. upon
ber fair brow had long been written
49,. terrihle word-falleni once the
nride of respectable parents, her 1lrst
,,,ronp sten was the small beginning OF
the same old story over again, Wllioh
has been the only life-history ot thoas-
ands. Highly educated ana accom-
nIished in manners, she mlght ha'
shone in the best society. But the evii
hour that proved her ruin was pul INC
door from childhood: and having spent
a Young life in disgrace ana siiaiiie'
the moor friendless one died the hiei,
ancholv death Of broken-heartea
outcast.
Amonp her personal effects was
found. in manuscript, the Beauliiu.
Snow" which was immealateiy ."ii iea
IN a gentleman of culture and literary
tastes. who was at that time eoi'or y.
the National Union. In the columns Vi
that paper, on the morning Iolio~ins
the girls death, the poem appeared III
rr;nt for the first. When the paper
containing the poem came out ouiiudy
morning, the body of the victim ilao
NOT vet received burial. The attehlfoil
Of one of the first American poets was
soon directed to the newly puoilshea
I;nas Who was so taken with tnelr
sttrrinp nathos, that he Immediately
followed the corpse to its final resting
place.
Such are the plain facts concerning
her whose Beautiful Snow VIII long
be regarded as one OF the prishlee'
gems in America literature.
ot, tho snow. the beautiful snow,
Iriilipp the sky and edTlH DtloN'
over the housetops, over. the street,
over the heads of the people you meet
g-Flirting-Skimmlng alohs.
peautifuI snow, 1t can do no wrong
FIving to kiss a fair lady cheek,
Ciineinp to lips in frolicsome freak
Beautiful snow from heaven ios nos'
Pure as an angel, gentle as loNei
nh the snow, the beautiful snow,
How the fakes gather and laugh as they
WbirIing about in maddening fun;
II nIays in its glee with every one;
aughing-Hurrying by,
1t lights on the face ana II sparhies 'i'e
And cen the dogs with bark and
Snap at the crystals as they eddy
The town is alive. and it's heart is aglow;
To welcome the coming Oh oeau'ii0i
snow!
H., mild the crowd goes swaying along,
HeiI;ng each other with humor and song,
How the gay sleighs IKE me'eols "''"
by, 49,, lie. 20 tho
g1swinging-Dashing. they go.
over the crust of the beauti1ul sIo"
Snow so pure when 1t rams IRON, IN eiic crowyd
To be trampled in mud by the crown
To be trampied and tracked by thou
TIL; = sa,us hIends Is With the filth in the horri-
BILE street.
Once ], was as pure as the snow 'u' !
Fell feii Like the snow flakes from heaven
Eel, ~ 70 be trampled as filth on the street,
Fell to be scoffed, to be SPIT on ana an oe"''
SaIiine INV soul to whoever would buy;
Dnaiing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the va 1eao.
VA vet ! was once like the beautiful
once / was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like a crystal heart IKE
Once rs ! was Sleil loved for my innocent grace.
Flattered and sought for the charms oil
ratbpry fny Mlother-sisters-ar, laGft
cod and myself have lost by my fali,
fhe veriest wretch that goes sniVerlhs
by, - ,,,,5-
Nii make NluH SNftP iC9N
For all that is on or above me know;
There is nothing so pure as the oeautilui
snow.
How strange 1t should be that this beau
tiful snow, .,. -
Should fall on sinner with nowhere u
goi
How Strange it should be when the night
comes again
If the snow and the ice struck my ues-
perate brain.
Fainfing-Freezing- alone,
Too wicked for prayer, too weak Tor
TO be heard in the streets of the crazy
Gone mad in the joy of the snow coming
down;
To be and TO die in my terrible woe,
With a bed and a shroud OF the beauu-
HeIpIess and foul as the trampled snow,
sinner. despair not! Christ stoopeth
low
To rescue the soul that is lost in sin.
And raise IL to life and enjoyment again,
dreaming g-Bleeding-Dying for thee,
The Crucified hung on the cursed tree
His accents of mercy fell soft on thine
ear, -
.Is there mercy for me? VIII He heed
my weak prayer
q God. in the stream that for sinners did
flow,