this

.loved and lust Peri up to tier home In Heaven I

Hope Inspires it.'

Oh I the snow, the beautiful 81:10W,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the housetopm, over the street,

Over tile beds of the people you meet,

Dancing,

Flirting , Skimming along;

Beautiful snow I It, can do wrong,

Flying to kiss a lair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lisp Ina f. olicsome freak,

Beautiful snow from the Heaven above,

Pure as an angel, gentle us love!

Uh ! the snow, tile beautiful snow,

Hot' the flakes gather and laugh as they go,

Whirling about In the maddening fun,

It plays in Its glee with every oue.

Chas'. g, •

Laughing,

Hurrying by !

It lights ou the face and It sparkles the eye,

And Lee merry dogs with a bark and a bound

Hnup at the crystals that eddy around—

The town is alive and Its heart I u a glow,

Tu welcome tile coining of beautiful snow!

How wild I he, crowd goes swaying along.

Hulling each other with humor and song!

How the guy sledges, like meteors, pass by,

Bright for toe moment, then lost to the eye—

Ringing

Swing ng,

Dashing they go,

I /tor the crust 01 the beautiful snow;

Snow so pore Hull It fulls from the sky,

To be trampled In mud by the crowd rushing by

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of

out

Till It blends With the 111th In the horrible

street.

Once I wos pure as the snow—but I fell !

Fell like the snow-flokee, from heaven W hell!

Pell, to be trampled filth In the street;

to be scoffed, W be spit on told beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

• Dreading to die,

Selling toy soul to whoever would buy,

lieuling In shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, and f. aring the dead !

Merciful (lad! have I fallen HO how!

And yet I was once like the beautiful suuw !

Once 1 wits fair as the beautiful snow,

With ,ye like the crystal, a heart like Its

glow ;

(hire I was loved for my Innocence grace—

P latiertl and mllttg,a for the charms of any lace!

Ranier,

Monier,

I-liters, all,

GOLI turd lilySvir, I've lost by my full;

The veriest. wretelithat goes shivering by,

Will :Hake ow Ide swoop,lest I wonder too nigh;

For all I. hot is ull, or . hut.•. me, l know,

There Is nothing as pure as the beautiful snow.

How strong° It should be that this beautiful

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51161141 fan Oil 0 ginner with nowhere to go!

How strange IL should be when the night COIIIBB

again,

If the snow and the ice struck toy desperate

brain,

' , attain g,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked to. prayer, Loo weak for o moan

To be heard in Lie; streets of the crazy town

(10110 mad In the Joy of the snow coining down,

To Ito, and to tile, In my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow!