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From Border Watch (Mount Gambier, SA : 1861 - 1954)

1870-04-23 |

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BEAUTIFUL SNOW. Oh! the snow, the

beautiful snow, -Filling tlie sky and

earth below ; : Over, the house tops,

over the street^ - , Over t;he heads of

the people you nieet, '

i)ancing,flirting, skimming along ;

Bpautiful srow! it can do nothing wrong;

Flying tp kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak;

Beautiiul snow from the heavens above,

Pure .as an angel, gentle as Jove I Oh!

the snow, the beautiful snow, Jiow the

flakes gather and laugh as they pp

Whirling about in their maddening fun,

It plays in its .glee with

everyoneChasing, laughing, hunting by,

It lights on the face und sparkles

theeye. And the dogs, with a hark and a

bound. Snap at the crystals that eddy

aroundThe town is alive and its heart in

a glow To welcome the coming of

beautiful snow. How wildly the

crowd,goes.swaying along, Hailing each

other witli humor and song ! How the gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

for a'moment, then lost to the eye ;

Ringing, swinging, dashing they goi,

Over the crust of the beautiful snpwSnow

so pure when it falls from the sky As to

make one regret to see it lie, To be

trampled and tracked by the thousands oj

' ' v" . '.* - 'vt u '? Till ifc'blends

with the filth in tl^e hprribl^ street.

ce I was pure as thesnow,- byt I fell, '

(/ l^ell like' the snovraaker from

heaven to hell j . Fell to be

trampled'as filth iutbestreet ; "v':Fell

to be scoffed^ to be ^pit on and beat.'

PJead^rig, cursing, dreading to die,

Selling" my soul.to" whoever would buy;.

.,'J Sealing in shame for a. morsel of

bread, Hating the living and fearing the

dead. Merciful God ! have r fallen so

low; And yet I was once-like the

beautiful snow ; Once'I wasfoir as the

beWtiful snow, - -With an eye like its

"crystal, - a heart, like its gloW-J ' w

C'Sr'jtJi- ^ Qnce I was loved for my

innocent grace-^i ' -Flattered and

sought fbf "the"charms of my face j

Father, mother^ sister and all; pod and

myself I have lost by.n^.faU ;. The

veriest .wretch that goes shivering by *

V / , . Will make a Tyide swoop, lesj

I.wander too nigh; For all that is on or

above nf£ I know There's nothing so pure

& the beautifu^'^bw. |fow strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should falcon a sinner with nowhere to

gq; 1 . How strange it should be," when

night come3 * again; ] If the," snow and

the ice struck my desperate brain! ... .

... . . .. . Fainting, freezing, dying

alone^ Too wicked for prayer, too weak

for a moan - '. To be heard in the

street of the crazy town, pone mad in

the joy of thei snow^conurig down ; To

be and to die in my -terrible'woe,- .

With a bed aniita shrpud Helpless and

foul as the trampledsnowV ?. . Sinner,

despair not!'Christ ^iobpeth'low.']';*?

? i To rescue the soiil that is lost in

its sin^ , And ra^se it to life and

enjoyment agMn, ! ^ ' proaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, vx ' V ) The

micifiedhungontheaccursed tree, accents

of mercy fell 6oft on thine ear ls there

mercy for me?. Will"He heed piy -

prayer? , : / pfy/.God 1 in the stream

that for sinners did flow ; Was£ me, and

I shalL.be.tvhit$£ than.anow.