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Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow I

Filling the sky and earth below; Over

the housetops, over the street, -Over

the heads of the people you meet.

SDancing, flirting, skimmi

alongBeautiful snow I it can donothing

wrong . Flying to kiss a fair lady's

cheek-Clinging to libs in a frolicsome

freak; Beautiful snow, from the heavens

above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

-Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow! IHow

the flakes gather and laugh as they go'

Whirling about in thair maddening fun;

It plays in its glee with every one.

'hasing, laughing, hurrying by, It

lights on the face and sparkles the eve;

And the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy dround.

The town is alive, and it's heart's in a

glow. To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow How wildly thie crowd

goes swaying along, Hailing each other

with humour and song. How the gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

fora moment, then lost to the

eye"Ringing, swinging, dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow ;

Snow, so pure when it falls from the

sky, As to make oneregret to see it re,

To be trampled and tracked by the

thousandof feetTill Till it blends with

the filth of the street. Once I was pure

as the snow, but I fellFell, like the

snow tlakes, from heaven to hel, Fell,

to be tramutled as fithll in the

streetFeoll, to be scoffed, to bl spit

on, and beat. Peading-cursing-dreading

to die, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy; Dealing in shame for a morsel of

bread, listing the living, mad fearing

the deadl Merciful God ! have I fallen

s- low? And yet I was once like the

beautiful snow! Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow, With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like it glow; Once I

was loved for my innocent graceFlattered

and sought for the charsl of m face.

Fattier, mother, sister, an I all,.

G-tl, and myself, I have lost by my

fall. The veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will make a wide swoop,

lest I wander to" nigh; For all that is

on or above me 1 know, There's nothing

so pureas the beautiful snow How strange

it should be that this beautifu snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go; flow strange it should be, when

night cormn again,' If-the snow and the

ice struck my desperat brain ! Fainting,

freezing, dying alone, Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To be heard

in the stree. of the crazy town Gone mad

in the joy of the snow cuomin down; To

be and to die in my terrible woe, With a

bed and a shroud of the beautifu snow.

elipless and foul as the trampled

snowSinner, despair not ! Christ

stoopeth low To rescut the scal that is

lost in its sin, And raise it to life

and enjoyment again. Groaning, bleeding,

dying for thee, The Crucified hung on

the accursed tree; His accents of mercy

lall soft on thine ear-. Is there mercy

for me? Will he hear ml prayer? Ohs, God

! Ic the stream that for sinners dhid

flow, Wash me, and I shall ho whiter

than snow l