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From The Cornwall Chronicle (Launceston, Tas. : 1835 - 1880)

1870-03-07 |

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To lie trampled and trucked by (he

thousands Till it hk-iids nilii the

tilth iu the horrible Once I was pure as

Ihe snow ; hut 1 Ml, Fell lik.' th.'

-nmv flukes from li.-im-ntuhdl. F.-ll to

lie trampled us filth it, the street ;

Fell lu be «-..ir.-il, lo be spit on and

boat Pleading, ,-ursiim-,

,irea.|n..'l.i.li,Selliuu- my soul In

«h,,,-, ,.,- nnuhl buv ? Healing in

sh;,niu for a morsel of brua.l,' Hilling

Ibe living and f.-iiviuelh,-.U-a,l. Mcn-

iful IJ...I! Havel fallen so low - And

yet I was once like the beautiful snow !

Once I was fair as II,,- be.iuiirul

miow, Wiih an eye like il., crystal, a

b.-arl like in Once I was lovcj for my

innneuut grace Flatturod and sought fur

iltu charms uf my P.itb.'i-. niotli.T,

fislcrand all tio.l and my-elf I liave

lusi by mv fall , Thu v.-riesl wn.-lc.li

tbut gues shi'veiiug hv Will make a

vvide swuop k-.l I wander um liigll ;

For all thai Is on or above mo. I know

There'., uulliiugr so |iure a., Ihc

beautiful Sliiw. How .1 range it sliuuld

be that this beautiful Should fall on a

sinner with nowhere to go ? How si range

should it b.-, when night comes again,

If Ihc snow and Ihc loe struck my

desperate Fainting, freeing, living

alone. Too wi,-k,-.l for prayer, 1.1.1

w.nk for a moan To be heard in the

streets nf tin- crazy town, Gone mad in

the joy of the snow comiug To lw and to

die in my terrible ww. With a iH'dandu

shroud of the beautiful snoiv. Helpless

and foul as Ibe trampled snow. To

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