the first time. Oh! the snow, the

beautiful snow, Filling the -sky and the

earth below ; Over the "housetops, over

the street, Over the heads of the people

you meet, JDancing, -flirfcjug,--

skimming along ; -Beautiful snow! it can

.do iiothiug wrong; Elying to kiss a

fair lady's cheek ; Clinging to lips in

a frolicsome freak; Beautiful snow from

the heavens aboye, Pure as an angel,

gentle as loyei Oh3 the snow, tbp

beautify! snow, Blow the flakes gather

and laugh .as th.ey go, Whirling, about

in their maddening fun, It plays iu its

glee with everyone; (Chasing, laughing,

hurrying by, It lights iou the face and

sparkless the eye, And the dogs with a

bark and a bound Snap at the Crystals

that eddy around— The town'is' alive and

its heart in a glow, To welcome the

coming .of beautiful snow, How wildly

the crowd goes swaying along, Bailing

each other with humour and song! Bow the

gav sledges like meteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the

eye! Singing, swinging, daujcing they

go. Over the crust of the beautiful

snow— Snow bo pure when it faffs 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 in the horrible street. Once I

was pure as the snow, but I fell, Eell

like the snow flakes from heaven to

hell; Pell to be trampled-as filth in

the street; Eell to he scoffed, to

bespit on, and beat. Pleading, cursing,

dreading to die, gelling my soul to

whoever would buy; Dealing in shame for

a morsel of bread, Beting the living and

fearing the dead, MercifubOod ! have I

fallen so low F •4ud yet I was once like

the beautiful snow, Once I was fair like

the beautiful snow, With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its glow; Once I

was loyed for my innocent grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of

my face, Rather, mother, sister, and

all, Bod and myself I have lost by my

fall; The veriest wretch that goes

shivering "by Will make a wide sweep

lest I wander top nigh; For all that 1b

on or above me I know There's nothing so

pure as the beautiful enow. Bow strange

it should he that tiffs beautiful sqow

{Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go! Bow strange should it be when night

comes again, 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 streets of the crazy town, j Bone

mad in the joy of the snow coming down;

j To be and t o die in my terrible woe,

I With a bed and a shroud of the

beaufiful snow. Helpless and foul as the

trampled snow, Sinner, despair not!

Christ sfcoopeth low To rescue the soul

that is lost in its sin, And raise it to

life and enjoyment again, Broaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, The Crucified

hpng on the accursed tree, His accents

of mercy fall soft on thine ear— " Is

there mercy for me F will he heed my

weak prayer F Oh, Bod ! in the stream

that for sinners did flow, Wash me, and

I shall be whiter than snow