Oh I the snow,'-the

beautiful snow I Fillingthe sky and

earth below; Over the housetops, over

the street, Over the heads of the people

you meet. Dancing, flirting, skimming

alongBeautiful snow ! it can do nothing

wrong. Plying to kiss a fair lady's

cheekClinging to lips in a frolicsome

freak; Beautiful snow, from the heavens

above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

Oh I the snow, the beautiful snow I How

the flakes gather and laugh as they go

SWhirling about in their maddening fun;

It plays in its glee with every one.

Chasing, laughing, hurrying by, It

lights on the face and sparkles the eye;

And the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town is alive, and it's heart's in a

glow, To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow. How wildly the crowd

goes swaying along, Hailing each other

with humour and song I How the gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

for a moment, then lost to the

eyeRinging, swinging, dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow, so pure when it falls from the

sky, As to make one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet Till it blends with

the filth of the street. Once I was pure

as the snow, but I fellFell, like the

snow flakes. from heaven to hell. Fell,

to be trampled as filth in the

streetFell, to be scoffed, to be spit

on, and beat. Pleading-cursing-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 I Merciful God i have I fallen

so low? And yet I was once like the

beautiful snow I Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow, With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its glow ; Once I

was loved for my innocent graceFlattered

and sought for the charms of my face.

Father, nmother, sister, and all, God.

and myself, I have lost by my fall. The

veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will make a wide swoop, lest I wander

too nigh ; For all that is on or shove

me I know, There's nothing so pure as

the beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go; How strange it should be, when night

comes agani, If the snow and the ice

struck my desperate brain ! Fainting,

freezing, dying alone, Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To be heard

in the street of the crazy town, Gone

mad in the joy of the snow coming down;

To be and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow. Helpless and foul as the trampled

snowSinner, despair not ! Christ

stoopeth low To rescue the soul that is

lost in its sin, Ant raise it to life

and enjoyment again. Groaning, bleeding.

diying for thee, The Crucified hung on

the accursed tree; His accents of mercy

fall soft on thine earIs there mercy for

nme? Will he hear my; prayer? Oh, God!

In the stream that for sinners did flow,

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than

snowl