Fliitteifcd and sought tor the charms of my face!

, ' -Father, - . s- -"

. Mother, . .... -, ."

' , ' - Slaters, all, . r ' L

God, and mjself, I've lost by my fall; ' l . .

Tr-.o verrest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will make a wioe sweep lest I vander too nigh;

ior an mar is on cr aoout me. l kuow. - .

...There's EoihJng that's pure but the beautiful

, snow, - ' j -

l - , : .

How strange It should be that the beaetiful snow

Sbould fall on a sinner W:th nowhere to got ;

J How sTange It should fcev when.the night comes

. (-'gain,' -

, If tiie snow arid the Ice strikes ; myr desperate

brain, - - . . ,-.

- 4 , Fainting." t , ".-,

" 1 '-Freezing , - . . "

; k . '' t .- . Dylug alone, '

v Too wicked for poajer, too weak for a moan,

To be heard in the streets of the crazy town;.

Gone mad. In its joy of the snow coming cown; A.

- To be and lo cie m my terrlDle woe. -

ft 1th a ted ond a Shroud of the beautiful show

Brother and friend tho' I never may know,