:— On ! the snow, the

beautiful snow ! Filling the sky and the

earth below ;' Over the housetops, over

the street, Over the heads of the people

you meet, Dancing, flirting, skimming

along, Beautiful snow! it can do nothing

wrong; Flying to kiss a fair lady's

cheek, Clinging to lips in frolicsome

freak; Beautiful snow, from the heavens

above ! Pure as an angel, gentle as love

1 Oh2 the snow, the beautiful snow, How

the flakes gather and laugh as they go,

Whirling about in their maddening fun It

plays in its glee with every one ;

Chasing, 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 its

heart in a glow, To welcome the coming

of beautiful snow. How blithely the

crowd goes swaying along, Hailing each

other with humour and song 2 How the gay

sledges, like meteors, flash by, Bright

for a moment, then lost to the eye !

Kinging, swinging, dashing they go, Over

the crest 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 traeked by the thousands of

feet, Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible street. " Once I was jrare

as the snow, but I fell— Fell as the

snow-flakes, from heaven to hell; Fell,

to be trampledas filth in the street—

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and

beat; Pleading, cursing, dreading to

die, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy ; Dealing in shame for a morsel of

bread; Hating the living, and fearing

the dead; Merciful God 2 have I fallen

so low, And yet—I was once like the

beautiful snow 2 Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow, 'With an eye like its

crystal and heart like its glow; Once I

was loved, for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought, for the charms of

myface; 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 awoop lest I wander

too nigh; For all that is on or above

me, I know There is nothing 60 pure as

the beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner, with no where

to go! How bfringe it should be, when

night comes again If the snow and the

ice struck my desperate brain; Fainting,

freezing, dying alone, Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To be heard

in the streets of the crazy town, Gone

mad in the joy of the sno w coming down—

To lie, and to die, in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow 2" Helpless and foul as the

trampled snow, Sinner 2 despair not;

Christ stoopeth low To rescue the soul

that is lost iu its sin, , And raise it

to life and enjoyment again: Groaning,

bleeding, dying for tliee, The Crucified

hung on the accursed tree ; His accents

of mercy fall soft on thine ear— n Is

there mercy for me ?—will He heed my

prayer?— O God! in the stream that for

sinners doth flow, Wash me, aud I shall

be whiter than snow