SNOW I Oh I the snow, the

beautiful snow I -. -Filling the sky and

earth below; - Over the housetops, over

the street, ;Over the heads of the

people you meet. ..Dncoing, flirting,

skimming alongBeantiful snow I it can do

nothing wrong. Fly- t-o kiss a fair

lady's cheekClinging .o lips in a

frolicsome freak; Beautiful snow, from

the heavens above, Pure as an angel,

gentle as love. Oh ! the snow, the

beautiful snow! How the flakes gather

and laugh as they go I Whirling about in

their maddening fun; It plays in its

glee with every one. -Chssing, laughing,

hurrying by,. It lights on the face and

sparkles the eye; . And the dogs, with a

bark and a bound, Snap at the crystals

that eddy around. The town is alive, and

it's heart's in a glow, To welcome the

coming of the beautiful snow. How wildly

the crowd goes swaying along, Hailing

each other with humour and song I i How

the gay sledges likemeteors flash by, i

Bright for a moment, then lost to the

eye.RBinging, swinging, dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow, 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 of feet Till it blends

with:the filth of the street. -.Once I

eas pure as the snow, but I fell'ell,

like the snow flakes, from heaven to

hell. Fell, to be trampled as filth in

the streetFell, to be scoffed, to be

spit on, and beat.. " Pleading-ccrsing-

dreading to die, Selling my soul to

whoeter would buy;' KDealing in shame

for a morsel of bread,' .:. .. Hating

the living, and fearing the dead "

-Merciful God I have I fallen so low?, I

And yet I was once like the beautiful

stowt Once I was fair as the beautiful

snow, With an eye like its .._ystal, a

heart like its' : glow; Once I was loved

ftr my innocent grace-Flattered and

soUght for 'thecharms of my face.

Father, mother, sister, and all, God,

and myself, I- have lost by my fall: The

veriest wretch that goes shivering by =

Will make a wide swoop, lest. I wander

too nigh; For all that is on or above me

I know, There's nothing so pure as the

beautiful snow. How strange it should be

that, this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; How strange

it should be, when night comes again, ,

If the snow and.the ice,. rn.tcl my

desperate brain . '? '' Fainting,

freezing,Myingaloniebe. Too wicked .oi

prayer, tob swedk for a'moan To be heard

in the street of the crazy town, Gone

mad in the joy of the snow coming

--down;................. To be and to

die in my terrible woe, With a bed and a

shroud of the beautiful snow, '... ..

Helpless and'foulasthe trampled snow-

Sinner.,iespair not I Christ stoopeth

low To rescue the soul that is lost in

its sin, ??nid raise it to life and-

enjoyment again. Groaning, bleeding,

dying for thee, " The Crucified hung on

the accursed tree; His accents of mercy

fall'soft on thine earIs thdre mercy for

me? Will 1e hear my Spr?ayer? ' . ,,- L"

-Oh, God l In the stream that for

sinners a did.flow, -Wash, me,' and I

shall be whiter'than snow