oh f Iho iinow, tho beautiful snow,

filling Iho sky and earth lclow ;

Orcr tho hoimo-top", orer tho street.

Over the heads of tho peoplo yon moot,

Dancing, .

Flirting, .

Skimming alone,

JV'ialiful huow ! It can do not hing wrong,

Iving to ki a fair lady's chock.

Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak ; .

):caatifulauow from tho Heaven above,

l'uro an an angel, gcutlo aa love 1

Oh 1 the mi'ow, tho beautiful anow,

How tho flakes gather and laugh aa lhcy gol

Whirling about in iU maddening fun,

It plays In its gloe with every one ;

Chasing.

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights up Urn face, and it sparkles the eye ; "

Andevori tbo dogs with a bsrknd a bos ml,

Hnap at the crystals that eddy around ;

Tho town is ahve. and its heart in a glow.

To welcome, the cowing of Loantiful snow !

How tho wild crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and souk 5 ,

How the gay sledges hko mctoors flash by,

Bright for the moment, then lost to tho eye ;

Hinging, . "

Swinging,

' .. . Dashing they go,

Ovor tho crust of the beautiful snow ;

' Huow so Dure when it falls from tho sky.

To lie tramnied In mud iv the crowd rushing by :

To lo trampled and tracked by the thousands of

v fort, .

Till it blend with the filth in tbo horrible street

-Onco I was pure as tho snow but I fell I

Fi ll liko the snow llukc from Heaven to hell ;

Fell to be tramplod as filth of the street ;

Fell to be scoff. d, to bo epit on and bent ;

Heading,

. Cursing, '

Dreading to dio,

Falling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame tor a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead ; '

Merciful Clod t bav I fallen so low

And yet I was once like tho beautiful anow.

Once I waa fair as tho beautiful enow,

With no eye hka its crystal a heart like its glow ;

Once 1 wm loved for iny innocent grace

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face ;

Father, -

Mother,

Rioters all, -

: Ood, and myself I have lost by my fall ;

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by

. Will take a wido sweep, leet I wander too nigh ;

For all th at in on or above me, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as tho beautiful snow.

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