rld see tile remorse written

.upon it in. such terrible setters :

'Oh r the snair; the bet . intiful snort ) . •

Filling the sky and earth bete* ;

Over the house-tops, over the street, •

Over-tke,heads of the people, you meet

' Dancing, , ,

Firth*,

• ' • • Skimming-along. - • • '

Beautiful snow t It does no wrong,-4: • •

'Flying to kiss a fair lady!s-cheek, •, •

Clinging' to lips in a 11-Olieseime freak,

Beautiful snow . from Me heaven above, -

-Pure as Mr:angel, gentle es' love - • ' ' '

:1 • -

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather, and-laugh as they go

Whirling about ih the Maddening Am, ,

It plays in.the glee with every one: -

• Chasing, • - • •

Langlaing„ • •

- Hurrying by.;

'lt lighti air the firce r enorstisirldealltecyc,

And the Slogs, with a bark and a bound, -

Snap at the crystals that eddy around

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow, -

To welcome the coming of -beautiful, snow

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,

-Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay sledges; like -meteors, flash by,

Bright, for the moment, then lost to the eye­

-. Rinoing,

'Swinging,

Dashing they go.

Over the crust of the beautiful snow . ; .

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To he trampled ln.mud by the crowds rush­

ing by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thousands

of feet,

Till it blends ultli the filth of 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 as 111th of the street:

Fell to be scoffed at, to be spit on and heat ;

Pleading,

Cursing,

, • Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread ;

Hatuksrehe via and fearing the dead.

Merciful God! have e mucirso tow:-

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 its

glow ; '

Once 1 was loved.for my innocent grace =

Flattered and sought for the charms of my

facet •

Father, •

-'

Mother,

Sister—all ;

lOod, and myself, I havelost by my fall ;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will make a wide sweep, lest I wander ,too

nigh ;

For all that on or above me I know,

There is nothing that's pure as-the beautiful

snow.

Dow strange it should be that the beautiful

snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

flow strange it should be, when the night

comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain,

Fainting, •

. Freezing, . .

• Dying alone.

Too wicked for prayet, too weak for a moan,

To be heard in the.streets of the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy

. of the snow coming

down, •

To be, and izo die, in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow.

THE SCOIPT9EI.