Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filll4 the sky and the earth below !

Over the house tops, over the streets,

Over the heads of the people you meet

Dancing,

Flirting,

Skimming along ;

Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong,

Flying to kiss n fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow front the heaven above

Pure as an angel, gentle as love !

Oh I the snow, the beautiful snow!

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!

Whirling about in their maddening fun,

It playa in its glee with every one.

Chasing,

Laughing,

Hurrying by

It lights on the face and it sparkle, 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 wild the crowd goes swaying along.

Bailing each other with humor and song !

Bow the gay 'sledges like meteors flash by.

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye ;

Ringing,

Sw inging,

Dancing they . go,

Oyer the crust of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure, when it falls from the sky,

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing

To be tramp'd and trsck'd by the thousands

of feet

Till it blends With the filth in the horrible

Once I was pure as the snow—but I fell

Fell like the snow flakes from heaven to hell

Fell to be tnamp'd as filth in the street,

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat ;

Pleading.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Dating the living and fearing the dead ;

Merciful God have I fallen so low?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow

Once I was fair as the -beautiful snow ;

With an eye like a crysta I,a heart like its glow,

Flatter'd and sought for the charms of my face !

GI:41-and myself I've lost by my fall ;

ThS veriest wretch thas goes shivering by,

Will make a wide ssssibio, lest I wander too

nigh ;

For all there is on or about me know

There is nothing so pu!'eas the beautiful snow.

IZIEEEMM

How strange it should be that the beautiful

snow

Should fall on a sinner, with nowhere to go!

How strange it would be when the night

comes again,

If the MOW and ice strike my desperate brain

Fainting,

Greeting,

Dying—atone ;

Too wirked for pmyer,: too weak for my moan,

Tv be heard in the streets of the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of tbe snow coming down;

Ta die and to lie in my - terrible wee,

With a bed and a abroad of the beautiful snow.

—When must Tinui