BEAUTIFUL SNOffil n Bt MAJon Siaonn:n».
Oh t tho snow, the beautiful saow I ;
Filling the sky and earth bolow ; Over
the housetops, over tho stoat, Ovor tho
heads of the people yon m'Set. j
Dancing, Ulrting, skimming along
Beautiful snow i it can do nothing
wrong; .. Flying to kiss a fair lady's
eheofc Clinging to lips in a fiolicsomo
freak; 1 Beautiful snow, from the
lioavoiis above, ( Puro as an angel, - '
iitto as lova. Oh I the enow, tlie
beautiful snow I Sow tho flakes gather
and laugh na they go Whirling about in
thoir maddening fun J It plays in its
glee with overy ono. " ^ Chasing,
laughing, hurrying by, ^ It lights on
tno faco and sparkles the eya; . And tho
dogB, with a barl: rind a bound, / Snap
at tho crystals that eddy around. Tho
town is olivo, and itV. heart's la a
gloT», To welcome tho oomingot tho
beautiful snow How wildly tho orowd goes
swaying along, Hailing each other with
humour and song t How tho gay sledgea
Uko meteors flo3h by, : Bright for a
momtdit, then lost to tho eye-< Ringing,
swinging, dashing thoy go, j Over the
crust of tho beautiful snow; ' Snow, BO
pnro when it falls from tho sky, I Aa to
mako one rcgrot to see it lio, To be
trampled and tracked by {hetthonsanfli
of feet Till it blends with tho filth of
the street. Once I was puro as tho enow,
but I felt- .' Foil, like tho snow
.flakes, from !>".'. ven to lieu Foil,
to bo trampled as filth iV Mroet- i
Fell, to bo scoffed, to be spit. ? id
beat. Pleading-cursing-dreadin." ..io,
Selling my soul to whoover v,?mid buy;
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating tho living, and fearing the dead
I Merciful God 1 liavo I fallen so low ?
And yet I was once liko tho beautiful
snow I Onco I was fair as the beautiful
snow, With an eye like its crystal, a
licnrt like it glow; Onco I was loved
for my innocent grace Flattered and
sought for the charms of mj face.
Father, mother, sister, and all, God,
and myself, I havo lost by my fall. The
veriest wretch that goes shivering by
Will make a wido swoop, lest I wander
toi nigh ; For all that is on or abovo
me I know, There's nothing so puro as
tho beautiful snow. IIow strange it
should be that this beautiful snow
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to
go; How strange it should be, when night
comcs again, If the snow and tho ice
struck my desperate brain ! . Fainting,
freezing, dying alono, Too wicked for
prayer, too weak for a moat To bo heard
in tho street of tho crazy town Gone mad
in tho joy of tho snow coming down; To
be and to dio in my terrible woe, With a
bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.
! Helpless and foul as the trampled
snow- ' Sinner, despair not ! Christ
stoopeth low | To rescue the soul 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 treo; His accents of mercy
fall soft on tliino earj Is there mercy
for me ? AVill ho hear my prayer ? Oh,
God ! In tho stream that for sinners did
flow, Wash me, and I shall bo whiter
than snow