Beautiful

Snow. On! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below, Over

the housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of the people you meet. Dancing-

Flirting—Skimming along. Beautiful 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, Pure as an angel, gentle

as lovo 1 Oh I the snow, the beautiful

snow, How tho flakes gather and laugh us

they go. Whirling about in maddening

fun; Chasing—Laughing—Hurrying by, It

lights on the face, and it sparkles the

eye; And tbo dogs with a bark and a

bound Snap at tbo crystals as they eddy

around; The town is alive, and its heart

in a glow. To welcome tho coming of

beautiful snow t How wild the crowd goes

swaying along, Hailing each other with

humour and song; How tno gay sleighs

like meteors flash by, Bright for the

momont. then lost to the eye;

Ringing—Swinging-Dashing they go, Over

the crust of the beautiful snow; Snow so

puro when it falls from tho sky. To be

tramplo.l and tracked by thousands of

feet. Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible street. Onco I was pure as

the snow, but I fell-Fell like the snow

flakes from heaven to hell! Fell to be

trampled as filth oa the street. Fell to

be scoffed, to be spit on, and boat;

Pleading-Cursing—Dreading to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread.

Hating tbe living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God. have J fallen so low? And

yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

Onco I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye liko a crystal, a heart like

its glow; Once I was lovod for my

innocent grace-Flattered and sought for

the charms of my face t

Fathere—Mothere—Siston—all, God and

myself I havo lost by my fall; The

veriest wretch that goes shivering hy

Will make a wide sweep lest 1 wander too

nigh; For all that is on or above mo. I

know, Thero is nothing so pure as tho

beautiful snow. How strange it should be

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; How strango

it should be when the night comes again

If the snow and tho ice struck my

desperate brain Fainting—Freezing—Dying

alone, Too wiokod for prayer, too weak

for a moan, Te be heard in the streets

of the crazy town, Gone mad in the joy

of snow coming down; To be and to die in

my terrible woe. With a bed and a shroud

of tho beauUful snow. Helpless and foul

as the trampled snow, Sinner, despair

not; Christ stoopeth low To rescue the

soul t**at is lost in sin, And raise it

to life and enjoyment again. Groaning-

Bleeding—Dying for thee, The Crucified

hung on the cursed tree; His accents of

meroy fell soft on thine ear. •♦ Is

thero morcy for me? Will he heed my weak

Srayer?" od! in the stream that for

sinners did flow, Wash me, and I shall

be whitor than snow.