Beautiful Snow. Oh ! the snow, the

beautiful snow, Filling the sky and

earth below, m ifoe housetops, over the

street, O vtrthe neadB of foe people you

meet ; Dancing— Flirting — Skimming

along. / Beautiful enow ! it can de no

wrong ; Flying to kiss a fair lady'a

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llWII | Beautiful enow from heaven

above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love

! Oh ! foe snow, foe beautifal enow, How

the flakes gather and laugh as they go,

Whirling abont in maddening fun ;

Chasing— Laughing— Hurrying by. It

lights on the face, and it sparkles foe

eye ; And the dogs with a bark and a

bound Snap at the crystals aa they eddy

around; The town is alive and ita heart

in a glow, To welcome the coming of

beautiful enow 1 , How wild foe crowd

goes swaying along, Hailing each other

with humour aud song : How foe gay

sleighs like meteors flash by, Bright

for foe moment, then lost to the eye ;

Ringing— Swinging— Dashing they go Over

the crust of foe breuttftil snow ; Snow

so pure when it falls from foe sky, To

he trampled and tracked by thousands of

feet. Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible street. Once 1 was pare ae

foe snow, bnt I fell, Fell tike the enow

flakes from heaven to hell ; Fell to be

trampled as filth on the street, Fell to

be sooffed, to be spit on, and beat;

Pleading — Coning— Dreading to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

r Merciful God, have I fallen eo low f

And yet I was onoe like the beautiful

snow. Once I was fair as foe beautifal

enow, 'With an eye like a crystal, a

heart like its glow ; Once 1 wae loved

for my innocent grace — ; ~ w Flattered

and sought for foe charms of my face !

Fathers— Mothers— Sisters, all, God and

myself I have loet by my fell ; Tiie

veriest wretch that goes shivering by .

'Will make a wide sweep leat I wander

teo nigh; For all that ie on or above me

I know, There ie nothing eo pure aa the

beautifal snow. Haw strange it should be

that this beautifal anew Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go! Bow strange

it should be when the night comet agai

If foe enow and foe ioe struck my

desperate brain. Fainting— Freezing—

Dying alone. Too wicked for prayer, too

weak for a moan To be heard in foe

streets of foe crazy town, Gone mad in

the joy of enow ocming down ; To be end

to die in my terrible woe, With a bed

and a shroud of the beautiful anew,

Helpless and foul as foe trampled enow,

Kinner, despair not Christ etoopeth low

To rescue the soul that is lost in sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment

again. Groaning— Bleeding— Dying for

thee, Tbe Crucified hung an foe caned

tree ! His accents of mercy fell soft on

thine ear, 'Ie there mercy for me? Will

He heed my weak prayer F' ... O God ! in

foe stream that for sinners did flow,

Wash me, and I shall be whiter then snow