Oh! the snow, the Ibeautiful snow,

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet

Dancing,

Flirting,

.Iclintning along

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong,

Flying to hiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging, to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beantifni snow front the heaven above,

Pure as an a rip], gentle aSIOVc

O ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the Hakes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling :thout, in their maddening fun,

It plays In its glee with every one—

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurryin4 by ;

lights on the face and it ,narkles the eye,

`Arrd the tlogti with a bark and a bound,

S;nap at the crystals that eddy around—

The town Is alive and Its heart in a glow,

To welcome the coining of the beautlin

snow !

l Tow witd the crowd goes swaying along,

Itailinn• each other With humor and song

llow the gay sledges, i meteor:: dash by,

llcight for the moment, then 104 to the eye—

Ringing,

:Swinging,

Dancing they go,

Over the crnst of the beautiful snow ;

Snot• :4,1 pure wtteu it falls from the shy,

To be la, trampled In the mud by the crowd

ru,Ling by,

To be trampled and tracked by the thou­

:4:1:1d, of feet,

Till it blend, %ratt the filth in tie.; horrible

street.

Once I was pure as the snow—but I !

Full like the ,11•Jw-t1.11,:vs from In , :tven to

hell;

Fall to be trampled rt filth in the street ;

Feu t o b e s cu lled, to be spit on and beat :

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to rile

Selling ins• out to whom vuc would buy,

Lea (mg in shame for a morsel of bread,

Ifating the living and tearing the dead ;

gerelfu! God! have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow•

Once I was fair as the beautiful

With an eye late its crystal, a heart like its

glue :

Flattered and suu;ht for the charm of illy

face

Father,

Mother,

God and myself 1' re lost by my 1,01.

The verlest wret(ll that g"es7slilvering by,

Will make a wide swoop lest r wander to

nigh;

I , or all that i.; on or abo. - e In, I know

There is notieng as pare as the beautifall

How strange it should lie that the beautiful

flow

,Slxoultl. fall on a Nlnaer wltltuuwltere to go?

?low strange, ltshoukl be,wlten night c.:onies,

again,

Tithe snow and the lea strikes my despe­

rate brain,

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

?,' , la wicked fof Prayer, tog weak for a 'aorta.

-rrit,J heard in the streets of the crazy town,

Gone mad in the, Joy of the snow corning

down;

To be and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

.9210 W.