snow- | "How

strange it should be that the beau- ,

tiful snow I Should fall on a sinner,

with nowhere to , go; I How strange it

should be, when night comes again, I If

the snow and the ice struck my des- ,

perato brain. Faiting, freezing, dying

alone, J Too maddened for prayer, too

weak for a moan, To lie and to die in my

terrible woo, | With a bed and a shroud

of this beau- , tiful snow