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From The Erie observer.

1865-01-12 |

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t)h' the snow, the beautiful sno*,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the house tops, over the street,.

Over the heads of-the peora you meet,

Daneing, ' _

Furling,'

Skimming along;

Beautiful anus!: it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek, '

Clinging to lips in . & froliesome freak,

Beautiful snow, from tho heavens above,

Pure as an Angel, gentle as level

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)h ! the eniiir, the beautiful saw:

' Mow the flaitee gather'afid laugh - ita they go :

Whirling about in its toaddeninelbst,

itplays In ite glee with_every one,

Chasing, . .

° Laughing,.

Wirry log' by,

it lights on the face, and it sparkles the eye;

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is slive r -and its heart in a glow,.

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

Swinging,

Dashing;they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow :

Snow an pure when li falls from the sky, :

To be trampled is mad by the crowd passing

(feet , ,

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of

Till it blends with the illth in the hor#lble

street.

f Once I was pure's* the uow---but I WI!

I Fell, like the anew flakes, from ileal'a to hell

i Fell to he trampled u Althi4f the street ;

Fell to be *noted, to be efift on and beat:

Pleading,

cureiag t

Dreading to dbl.

Belling my soul to whoever would buy,

nallng in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living - aid. fearing the dead

Morelful God'!" hs're I isAlles '

And yet waionoe is the beautiful saes

An est Stints laPe for comastbe

The time has come when the

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