BEAUTIFUL SNOW. Oh I the snow, the

beautiful snow. Filling the sky and the

earth below; Over the house tols, over

the street, Over the heads of the people

you moot, Dancing, flirting, skimming

along ; Beanttiful snow, it can do

nothing wrong; ]Flying to kiss a fair

lady's cheek, Olinging to lips in a

frolicsome freak Beautiful snow from the

heavens above, ruro as an angel, gentle

as love I Oh I the snow, the meautiful

snow, Ilow the flakes gather and laugh

as they go Whirling about iin their

maddening fun, It plays in its glee with

everyoneChasimng, lanughg, hurrying by.

It lights on tie face and sparkles the

eye, And the dogs, with a bark and a

bound, Snap at the crytals that eddy

aroundThe town is alive and its heart in

a glow To woleomo the coming of.

beautiful snow. How wildly the crowd

goes swaying along, Inailing each other

with humor and song. How the gay sledges

like mnetoors flash by, Bright for a

moment then lost to the eye; Itintuig,

swinging, dashing they go, Over tbohe

crust of the benunl;ifl snowSnow so pure

when it falls from the sky As to mnake

one regret to soe it lie To be trampled

and tracked by the thousands of feeoot,

Till it blends with toe filth in the

horrible street. Once I was pure as the

snow, but I fell, Fell like the snow

flakes from heaven to hell; Fell to be

trampled like the filth in the street,

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and

beat, Pleading, cursing, dreading to

die, 9olliing my soul to whoever would

buy; Dealing iln chame for a morsel of

bread isting the living and fearcing tho

dead. tLoreifil God I have I fallen so

low ? And yet I was once like the

beautifulenow. Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its glow ; Once I

was loved for my innocnt grace-'lattered

and sought for the charms of myfaco;

Father mother, sister, and all; God and

myself, I have lost by my fall; The

veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will make a wide swoop, lost I wander

too nigh; For all that is on or above me

I know There's nothing so pure as the

beautiful snow. How strange it should be

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; How strange

it should be, when night comes ag ain,

If.tli snow and the ice struck my

deosporat brain I l'aiiting;, freezing,

dying alone. Too wicked for prayer, to

weak for a moan To be heard in tirhe

street of the crazy town, Gone mad in

the joy of the snow coming down ; To be

and to die in my terrible woo, With a

bed and a shroud in the beautiful snow.

Helpless and foul as the trampled snow,

Sinner despair not I Christ stoopcth low

To rescue the soul that is lost in its

sin? And raise it to life and enjoyment

again. ,Groaninq, bleedine, dying for

thee, The crucified hung on the accursed

tree, Slis accents of morcy fell soft on

thine oarIs :tlher mercy for me? Will

hlie hood my praycr? Oh, God ! in the

stream that for sinners did flow, Wash

me, and I shall be whiter than snow.