in any other State in the

Union."

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THE BK.t I T1H L. SHOW.

Ob! the snow, tbe beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below,

Orer the bouse tops, over the street,

Ovrr tbe beads of the people you meet ;

Dancing,

Laughing,

Skimming along.

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong,

Flving to kiss a fair lady's cheek;

Clinging to lip in frolicsome freak ;

Beautiful snow, from the heavens above,

Pure aa an angel, and fickle as lore !

Oh ! the snow, tbe beautiful snow !

How the flakes gather sod laugh as they go

Whirling about in its maddening fun,

It Jays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

f Hurrying by,

It lights up the face and it sparkles tbe eye;

And even tbe dogs, with a bark and a bound.

Snap at tbe crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and its heart in a glow

To weicotAe the coming of beautiful snow.

How tbe wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song!

How the gay siedgea like meteors Bash by

Bright for a mome then loss to the eye­

Ringing, Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the crest of tbe beautiful snow:

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by :

To be trampled and tracked by tne thousands ol lei

Till it blends with the horrible filth in the strc-

Once I was pure as the snow but I fell:

Fell, like the snow-flakes, from be Tea

Fell, lo be tramped as the Sits ; 111

Fell, to be scoffed, to be srlt ca 13 i teal.

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 ! bare I fallen so low T

And yet I was once like this beautiful snow !

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow ;

Once I was loved for my innocent grace­

Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.

Father,

Mother,

Sisters all,

God, a"nd myself I have lost by my fall,

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh ;

For of ail that is on or about me, I know

There is nothing that's pure but tbe beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to got

How strange it would bet when the night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain !

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer too weak for my moon

To be heard in tbe crash of the craay town,

Gone mad in its Joy at the snow's coming down

To lie and to die in my terrible woe, "

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.

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