in one of tho WeHtern States, an

exquisite poem entitled BEAUTIFUL SNOWOh

1 the snow, tho beautiful snow, -Filling

tho sky and oarth below, Over the

housetops, over tho street, Over tho

hoods of tho peoplo you meet; Dancing-

flirting-skimming along. Beautiful snow

1 it can do no wrong; Flying to kiss a

fair lady's cheek, Clinging to lips in

frolicsome freak ; Beautiful snow fro

it) Heaven abovo, I'uro fti an angol,

gontlo as love 1 Oh I tho Know, tho

beautiful snow, How tho flakes gather

and laugh as thoy go, Whirling about in

maddoning fun ; After them merrily

nbhoolboys run, Chasing-laughing-

hurrying by. It lighta on tho faco and

it sparkles tho eyo; Arid tho dogs with

a bark and a bound Snap at tho crystals

as they eddy around; The town is alive

and its heart in aglow, To welcome tho

coming of beautiful snow! How wild tho

crowd goes swaying aloijg, Hailing each

other with humor and song : How tho gay

sloigha lilto meteors (lash by, Bright

for tho moment, then lost to tho oye ;

Riijgins-swinging-dashing they go

Ovot'tbo orust,of the'beautiful show ; '

' Snow so puro whon it falls from

tho'nky, To he trampled and tracked by

thousands of feet, Till it blonds with

tho filth in tho horribla streot. Once-1

was pure as tho snow, hut I'fell,. '

Fell lilto the snowllakos from heavon to

holl; Fell to bo tramplod as filth on

tho street, Fell to bo scoffed, to bo

spit on, and beat; Pleading-cursing-

dreading to die, Selling my soul to

whoever would buy; Dealing in sluimo for

a morsel of bread, Hating tho living and

fearing the dead. Meroiful God, hnvo I

fallen sj low ? And yot I was onco liko

tho beautiful snow. Onco I was fair as

tlio beautiful snQW, With an eyo liko a

crystal, a heart like its glow; Onoo J.

was loved for my innooont grace

Flattorod and sought for tho charms of

ray faoe I Fathers-mothers-sisters, all,

God and myself I havo lost by my fall;

The voriest wrotoh that goes shivering

by Will mako a wido swoop lest I wander

top nigh; . s For all that is on or

abovo me I know, There is nothing so

puro as the beautiful snow. How strange

it should bo that this beautiful snow

-Should fall on a sinner with nowhero to

go 1 How strange it should Im when night

comas again, If tho snow and the ice

struck my .desperate brain,. Fui iting-

fr.jealng- dying alone, Too wicked fur

prayer, too weak for a moan To be hoard

in lit" streets of.the cruzy town,

Cxono'iijad in the jov of snow coming

down ; To ho and to die in rnv

tumble.woe, With a be.t nnd a shrow I of

the ijaaijtiful snow. Holplossand foul

as tho trampled sn nv, Sinnor. despair

not! ''.'tu'ist. sto vvith lo*v To

rescue the soul lint is lost i.i sin,

And raiso it to life and enpvinont

ag.iin; V (iioanin^-bleedin*?-dying for

ihito, v Tho Crucified hung on the

earned treo ! His accents of mercy fell

soft cm thine ear, "Is thoro mercy for

me? Will Ho Ilea I my prayer?" O Oro I !

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