tha beautiful mow,-

Over tbs bouattopa: over th atreet; 1

Over the heada of toe people you meet.

DncLnj,

Furtlna, aJ 7j.:i ,"A

Skimming along; '

Beautiful now I it can do no wrong.

Flyiog to ki a fair lada cheek,

CliDintr to lips In a frolicsome freak,, 1 '? i o

Baattful anow from tbe Heaven abore,

pure aa an angel gentle aa love !

Oh ! tbe enow, tbe beautiful anow,

Bw the Hakee gather and laugh, aa they a -

Whirting about fmbe maddening ton,,

It play in ita glee with every one. .

Channjr, i

Lauyhing, " ,

Hurrying by;

It light on the face and it parties the tret 7

And even the dogvwita a bark and a bound.

Snap at the cryaUla that eddy around.

TiMOWJ tcliv;ahditbeaftlif4rlovr. f C!

T'elcutiwthbmligt bMUMAe wl -

How "ild the crowd sroea swaying along,

ILUHnff each other with humor.or eong I . t

How the tfay lledjrea ilk mleJT I f b by.

Brigtt for the moment, then loaf To the eye'

Ringing, - ' '

tiwinging,

Daahlng they go,

0r the cruat of the beautiful anow;

To t trampled and tracked by the tbouaanda of feet;

Till it blende with the tilth In the horrible atr set

Oae I wm pure iheanow but I fait-""

Fell like the anow flakea from heaven to hell:

Fell to be trampled a filth of the atreet;

Fell to te acotfed, to be spit on and beat­

Pleading, :

Curaing,

Dreading to die, ,

Belling my aoul to whoever w-mtd buy,

Dealing in ahame for moreel of bread.

Halting the living and fearing the dead-

Mercifu! Qod have I fallen ao low!

And yet 1 wm once like the beautiful snow.

Once I waa fair aa the beautiful enow,

With an eye like ita crystal, a heart like it glow

Once I was loved for my innocent glow '

Flattered and aought for the charm of my facet

Father, ' '

Mother,

Biatera, all,

God, and myaelf, I have loat by my fall­

The veriest wretch tliatgoea ahivering 'by.

Will take a wide aweep, lett I wander too nigh

For all that ia on or above me, I know, " '

There ia nothing tbafepure aa the toeautffaj anow

How atrange it ahould be that thie beautiful anow

anouia iau on a ainner wim no where to go!

How atrange it ahould .be when the nTghl

jght .covait

again,

If th anow and the ice atruck my desperate brain

" Fainting, '

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for a prayer, too weak for a moan,'

To be heard in the atreeta of the crazy town

Gone mad in the joy of the anow coming down

To be and to die in my terrible wo, ' '

With a Led and a ehroud of the beautiful anow.