Snow. Ob ! the snow,
the beautiful snow, Filling the sky aid
the earth below I Over the housetops,
over the s reets, Over the heads of
people -oa meet, Dancing — flirting —
-.kinirain-i along, lieautiful snow I it
c\n do no wrong. Flying to kiss a fair
lady's cheek. Clinging to lips in
frolicsome fr.-ak ; Beuutiful snow, fiom
heaven above, Pure us an angel, gentle
as love. Oh ! the snow, the beautiful
enow, Ho-v tbe flakes gather and lau h
as they go ; Whirling about in their
madenning fun, It plays on ils glee with
every one ; Chasing — laughing —
hurrying by, It lighi6 up the f ce and
it sparkles the eye ; And the dogs with
a bark and a bound Suup at the crys als
as they eddy around ; The town is alive
and its heart in a glow, To welcome the
coming of beautiful soow, How widely the
crowd goes saying along, Hailing each
other with humors aud songs ; . How the
gay si ight like met ore flash by,
Bright for a moment, then lost to the
eye, lttuging -swinging — dashing they
go. Over the crusts of a beautiful
snowSnow so pure whim it falls fiom the
Bky As ii makes oue regret to see it
lie, To be trampled and tracked by the
thousands of feet, Till it blends with
the filth in the horrible streets. Once
I was pure as the snow — but Ifell 1
Fell like the snowfiikee from heaven -o
hell, Fell to be trampled as filth in
the street, Feii to be scoffed, spit on,
and be -t. Pieading —cursing— dreading
to die ; Selling ray soul to wh ever
would buy ; Dealing in shame for a
morsel of breal, Hating the living and
fearing the dead. Kerciful God, have I
fallen so low, And yet I was once like
the beautiful snow. Once I wa- fair as
the beautiful snnw, With an eye like a
crystal and a heart like its glow ; Once
1 was loved for my innocent grace,
Flattered and sought for the ctiaims of
my face 1 Father, mother, and sisters
all, God and myself, I have lost by my
fall ; j The variest wretch that goes
shivering by j Will make a wide bweep
lest 1 wander to nigh. For all that is
on or before me, I know There's nothing
so pure as the beautiful snow. How
6trange it should be that this beautiful
snow Should fall on a sinner with
nowhere to go 1 How strange it should be
when the night comes K^ain If the snow
and the ice struck my desprrate brain
Fainting— freezing — dying alone 1 Too
wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan
To be heard in the streets ot the crazy
town, Gone mad in the joy of tbe snow
coming down; To be and to die in my
terrible woe, With a bed and a shroud of
beautiful snow* Helpless and foul as the
trampled soow, Sinner despair not 1
Christ stoopeth low To rescue the soul
that is lost in its sin, And to raise it
to life and enjoyment again ; Groaning —
bleeding - dying for the thee, The
Crucified hang on tbe accursed tree J
His accents of mercy fell soft on thine
ear. Is there mercy for me ? Will he
heed my weak prayer ? Oh God' 1 iu the
stream that for sinners did flotT, Wash
me and I shall be whiter than snow.