Flying to kias fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to Hpe in a frolUoeeme freak,

' aUfl mow from the Hearen aher,

wheaaBgl, geo tie aa dove.

the raow, the beautiful mow,

How the flake gather and lnngh aa the fo

Whirling about in their madening fun,

It playa in Ha glee with every one.

Chaaiog,

Laughing,

Harrying by ,

It light on the face and sparkle In tfte eye,

A ad ere the dog ftth a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystal that eddy around

The town la.aiiye and its hurt in a glow I

T waitiu the eetning of the beautiful snow I

Bow the wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song f

Hew the gay sledges, like meteors, flash by;

' Bright for a moment, then loat to tLe eye­

Ringing, ;

Swinging,

Dancing they go, ""

Orer the ernst of the beautiful snow;

Snow so pur when 1 fall from the sky,

a aw trample! In mad by the crowd rushing by,

s trampled and tracked by thousands of feet.

TU1 it blends with the filth of the horrible street

Once I was pure as the snow but I fell !

U like the aaow-flakes, from BeaTen to hell !

Fell to be trampd as filth in the street;

IU to he scoffed, to be spit en and beat;

, Pleading.

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Belling my semi to whoever would bay,

Dealing is shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fsarisg the dead.

Verctfol God have I fallen so low 9

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

One I was fair a the beautiful anow.

With an eye like It crystal, a heart like its glow;

m lansrea ana sought for the CO arms of my face

Mather.

Sisters all,

ad aad mysalf I't lost by my fall;

Th vllert wretch that goes shivering by,

Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh;

Ter all that U of tr about me I know,

Ther' nothing thafa pure but the beautiful

now.

Kow strange it should be that the beautiful snow

Koala fall on a sinner with nowhere to so !

How stange it should be when the night comes

again,

" snow and the ice strike my desperate

srain,

Falntlag,

, freezing,

. , Dying alone,

' -Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan,

Te be heard in the street of the crasy town;

jSene mad la it joy of the snow coming down;

To be aad to die in lay terrible woe,

With a bed aad a shroud of the beautiful anow.