Oh ! the snow, tho

beautiful snow, Filling the sky and

oarth below, Over the housotops, over

tho street, Over tho heads of the peoplo

you meot ; Dancing-Flirting-Skimming

along. Kcaulifu! snow ! it can do no

wrong ; Flying to kiss a fair lady's

cheek, Clinging to lips in frolicsome

freak ; Beautiful snow from heaven

above, Puro as an angel, gentío as love

1 ( ' Oh ! the «now, tho beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they

go, i Whirling about in maddening fun ;

; ' Chasing-Laughing-Hutrying by. " ¡ It

lights on tho face, and it sparkles tho

eye ; And the dogs with a bark and a

bound ' I Fnap at tho crystals as thoy

eddy around ; Tbo town is alive nnd its

heart in a glow, ! To welcomo the coming

of beautiful snow '. , How wild the

crowd goes swaying along, ' ' HniliDg

each other with humour and song : . I

How tho gay sleighs like meteors ÍUbíi

by, Bright for tho moment, then lOBt to

tho eye ; , Ringing-Swinging-Dashing

thoy go i Over the crust of the

beautiful snow ; I Snow so puro when it

falls from the sky, To bo trampled and

tracked by thousands of feet, Till it

blends with the lilth in the horrible

street, ' Onco I was pnro as the enow,

but I fell, . ] Fell like the enow

flakes from heaven to hell ; Fell to be

trampled as filth on tho street, Fell to

be scoffed, to be spit on, and boat;

Pleading-Cursing-Dreading to die,

Polling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing tho dead.

t , , i . Merciful God, have I fallon bo

low ? And yet I was once like the

beautiful enow. Once I wns fair as tho

beautiful snow, With on eye uko a

crystal, a heart uko its glow ; Once I

was loved for my innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of

my face ! Fathers-Mothers-Sisters, all,

God and myself I have lost by my fall ;

( Ti e veriest wrotch that goes

shivering by Will moko a wide sweep lest

I wander too nigh ; ' For all that is on

or above me I know, Thero is nothing bo

puro as tho beautiful enow. J ' How

atrango it should be that this beautiful

anew ! Should fall on a sinner with

nowhere to go ! I How etrangu it Bhould

be when the night comos again, If the

snow and the ice struck my desp2rale

brain, Fainting-Freezing-Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan To be heard in tho streets of the

crazy town, Gone mad in trio joy of snow

coming down ; To bo and to die in my

torriblo woo, With a bed and a ehroud of

the beautiful snow, Helpless nnd foul as

the Irampled snow, Sinner, despair not !

Christ stoopeth W To rescue the soul

that is lost in sin, And Taise it to

life and enjoyment again. Groaning-

Bleeding-Dying for theo, The Crucified

hung on tho cursed tree ! Hie accents of

moroj fell soft on thine ear, " Is there

morey for me P Will Ho heed my weak

prayer ?" O God ! in the stream that for

einnerB did flow, Wash me, ond I shall

bo whiter than snow