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Under The Snow

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Parent Issue
Day
15
Month
February
Year
1888
Copyright
Public Domain
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Under " the snow, The beautlful snow." Many dear treaaures Arelylng below. Yoath In lts beauty, Man In hls prime, Lle under the snow- All dons wltb time! The mother wbo loved And nnrsed uswlth care, Lies low, but at rest ; ilow vacaut her chalr ! E'cn toe babe froni the bosom Of mother so warm, Lies bid 'neatu tbe snow, Nor feels the flerce storm- Wlilcli Is uaught buta drop Krom the bucket of time, 'ompared to the severlDg i f i h' ties tbat entwlne- Kach lovlug soul In one living embrace, Heart unto heart; liove's measures we trace I Tbe fallen, alas, Wltb nowheru togo. Muy at last. 11 tul a rest 'Neatb the beaullful snow ! The erring, who fal I By tbe wayslde of llfe, Drluk deep at th limnt Of sorrow and slrlfe ! Ab, bitter the dniunht, More bitter the woe, And raay they not rest 'Neatb the beautlful snow f 'Tlsacomfortlng thouht. Il llghtens earlli's woes- There la rent for the weary Where all raay repose I - [Evangellne. Mald of Texss ere I go, Teil me if your doelt 1 slow; Kor I have a train to calcL', And must qulckly ralse the latcb, Ere I dart into the nlght, Teil me, Is your time plece rlghti Hark ! 1 haar the bulldog's bark, And tbe nllu Is cold aud dark, Mald of Texas, I must alt. Yet, before I rlse and fllt. Teil me, malden, teil me true, Wliat nuniber ís vour nauu's shni-

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News