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Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3721, 27 November 1880, Page 1

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PABODY OK THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW. fgoic in Ammiojjt Foiki of Tiiw. Oh, the Snow the " Bmatifnl Snow" That flies in yonr face where?«r you (to, That's twisted and twirled in some diisy old street Till it blinds your poor eyes and freeset your feet Now, it's all Tery well, this "Beautiful Snow," If you've wealth in your pocket—and some* where to goBat the poet was born in the summer—l know, That finds something pretty in M Beautiful Snow." "Beautiful," is it? Humph! "'Beautiful Snow : !" The thermometer just three degree* below, Your orercoat pawned—not a oent in your "kick," And "Beautiful Snow" till you can't see* Wok if . On the sidtiwalk around—in some "turf* country town, And that "Beautiful Snow" jjf Itill comiog down, J*n», if I had a room, with An all a flew, I eouW an** the "gawk* 1 that wrote M Beautiful Snow," II Beautiful,'^ it is ? Well " Beautiful Sfnow " When it falls on a .sinner—with no place to _ Vh It seems to me now (I'm a practical man And no lovesick damsel, or innocent jlantb) ; Therefore I can't be expected you know, To stand on my head about "Beautiful Snow." It seems to me, though, that this "duffer" should go And bury himself in his " Beautiful Show/*

" Beautiful Snow, from the Heaven above, Pure an an angle, gentle as lore." I wiah they keep it then, and not throw So much down on earth of their " Beautiful Snow." " Gentle as love." How can they"suy so? Why see how it sticks—it never will go— M»rcb, April, and May may come and might, go, . . . But •till we'd be blest with this " Beautiful Snow." . ■ '■ '