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3Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow !

Filling the sky and earth below; Over

the housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of the people you meet. Dancing,

flirting, skimmi-o alongBeautiful snow!

it can do nothing wrong. Flying 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 ! the snow, the

beautiful snow! How the flakes gather

and laugh as they go lthirling about in

their maddening fun; It plays in its

glee with every one. Zhasinfo, laughing,

hurrying by, It lights on the face and

sparkles the eye; Ind the dogs, with a

bark and a bound, inap at the crystals

that eddy around. The town is alive, and

it's heart's in a glow. ro welcome the

comingof the beautiful snow How wildly

the crowd goes swaying along, flailing

each other with humour and song. [Iow

the gay sledges like meteors flash by,

tright for a moment, then lost to the

eyetinging, swinging, dashing they go,

)ver the crust of the beautiful Snow;

;now, so purie when it falls from the

sky, ts to make one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thousand of feet Till it blends with the

filth of the street. ace I was pure as

the snow, but I felleil, like the snow

flakes, from heaven to hel, eiil, to be

trampled as filth in the streetell, to

be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

.'.eading-cursing-dreading to die,

,olling my soul to whoever would buy;

eahing in shame for a morsel of bread.

Iating the living, and fearing the dead!

,.rerciful God ! have I fallen s- low ?

'nt1 yet 1 was once like the beautiful

snow! ,ce I was fair as the beautiful

snow, ith an eye like its crystal, a

heart like it g!ow; )nce I was loved for

my innocent gracelattered and sought for

the charr-o of m face. ther, inotrner,

sister, an 1 all, ;1. and myself, I have

lost by my fall. 'he veriest wretch that

goes shivering by is .ld.m a wide swoop,

lest I wander to r all that is on or

above ite i know, S:r'? ntA hing s

lureas the beautiful snow I -v strange

it should be that this beautife ,id fall

on a sinner with nowhere to go; i

strange it should be, when night come if

th: ; 'vnow and the ice struck my

desperat 1Faintin, freezing, dying

alone, Too w:cked for prayer, too weak

for a moan ro he heard in the strees of

the crazy town t nu mad in the joy of

the snow comnin rI 'ie adl to die in my

terrible woe, "thm a bed and a shroud of

the beautifu snow. i;,llecss and foul as

the trampled snowinn,:r, de-pair not I

Christ stoopeth IoI ii rreu the ec.il

that is lost in its sin, AuId raise it

to life and enjoyment again(Cr-aning.

bleeding, dying for thee, tihe Crucified

houng on the accursed tree; Ills accents

of tlmercy all soft on thine earIs there

mercy for me? Will hehear m prater ? Oh,

God : In the stream that for sinners did

flow, Wash me, and I shall he whiter

than snow