Beautiful Bnow.

O the nnow, the beautiful snowl

KlllluK the iky and earth below;

Orer the liousctopi, over the streot,

Orer the heads of the peoplo you meet

Dancing, dlrtln&r, aklpplng along,

Henutlful enow I It can do no wrong;

Flying to kit a fair lady'i check,

Clinging to lips In frollckiotue freak,

Henutlful snow from tlio heavens above

1'uro as an angel, gentle ai lore!

O, the snow, the beautiful tnowt

Ilnvr the flakes gather and laugh at they

go

Whirling about In their maddening fuu.

It plays'ln Its gleo with every one

dinning, lauirhlug. hurrying by

It lights on thu face, and It sparkles the

eye;

And playful dogs with a bark and a

bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around;

The town Is nllvo, and Its heart In a

glow

To welcome tho coming of beautiful

snow.

IIow wildly the crowd goes swaying

along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sleds like meteors flash by,

Urlght for the moment, then lost to the

eye I

Ringing, swinging, dashing they go

Over tho crust of the beautiful snow­

Snow so pure, whnn It falls from the sky,

As to make one regret to see It lie

To be trampled and tracked by the thou

sand feet,

Till It blends with the filth In the horrl-

bio street

Onco I was pure as the snow, but I

fell

Pell llk'o tho snow-flakes from heaven to

hell;

Kelt to bo trampled as filth In tho street;

Ft'll to ho scoffed, to be spit on the boat;

Pleading, cursing, druadlng to die;

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Denting in shnme for a morsel of bread;

Ilntlng tho living nnd fcnrlng tho dead

Merciful God! Hnvo I fallen so low 7

And yet I was onco llko tho beautiful

snow I

Onco I was fair as tho beautiful snow,

With an eye llko Its crystal, aud heart

llko Its glow;

Onco I was loved for my Innocent graco,

1'lattorcd and sought for tho charms of

tho face.

Father, mother, sister, all,

Ood and myself 1 hart lost by my falll

Tho veriest wretch that goes shivering

by

Will mnko a wide sweep lest I wander

too nigh;

For all that Is on or above me I know

Thcro's nothing as puro as tho beautiful

snow.

IIow atrango It should bo that this beau

tlful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhore to

go I

IIow strange it should be when night

comes again,

If tho snow and tho Ice struck my des­

perate bralu!

Fainting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan

To bo heard In tho streets of tho crasy

town,

Gone mad In the Joy of tho snow coming

down;

To he and to die In my terrible woe.

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow