BEAUTIFUL SNOW 1 By MAJonn SaoUnne?T. Oh

! the snow, the beautiful snow I Filling

the sky and earth below; Over the Irhau

tops. over thile street, Over the beads

of the people you meet. Dancing,

flirting, skimming alongBleautiful snow

! it can donothing wrong. Flying to kiss

a fair lady's cheekChiging to lips in a

frolicsome treak; Beautiful snow, from

the heavens above, Pure as an angel,

gentle as love. Oh ! the snow, the

beautiful snowi How the tlakes gather

and laugh as they go Whirling about in

their maddening fun; It plays in its

glee with every one. Chasing, laughing,

hurrying by, It lights otn the face and

sparkles the eye; And the dogs, with a

hark and a bound. Snap at the crystals

that eddy around. The town is alive, and

it's heart's in a glow, To welcomseo the

coming of the beautiful snow. Hnow

wildly tile crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with hiumour and song

! lHow the gay sledges like meteors

flash by, Iright for a moment, then lost

to the eyeRinging, swinging, dashing

they go, Over tile crust of the

beautiful snow; Snow, so pure when it

falls from the sky, As to make one

regret to seo it lie, To be trampled and

tracked by the thousanal of feet Till it

blends with the filth lo the street.

Once I was pure as the snow, but I

fellFell, like the snow flakes, from

heaven to het. aell, to be trampled as

lilth in the streetFoll, to te scoffed,

to be spit on, and beat. 5Pleading-

cursing--dreading to die, Selling my

soul to whoever would buy; Dealing.in

shame for a morsel of bread, IHating the

living, and fearing the deadl MIerciful

God ! have I fallen so low I And yet I

was once like the beautiful snowl Once I

was fair as the beautiful snow, With an

eye like its crystal, a heart like its

glow; Once I was loved for my innocent

graceFlattered and sought for the charms

of m) face. Father, mother, sister, and

all, God, and myself, I have lost by my

fall. Tie veriest wretch that goes

shivering by Will make a wide swoop,

lest I wander tot nigh ; For all that is

on or above me I know, There's nothing

so pure as the beautiful snow How

strange it should be that this beautifu

snow Should fall on a sinner with

nowhere to go, iHow strange it should

be, when night comes again, II tile snow

and the ice struck my desperat brain 1

Fainting, freezing, dying alone, Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for a mat To

be heard in the street of the crazy town

Gone mtad in tile joy of the snow comint

down; To be and to die in my terrible

woe, With a bed and a shroud of the

beautifu snow. Helpless and foul as the

trampled snowSinner, despair not i

Christ stoopeth low To rescue tile soul

that is lost in its sin, And raise it to

life and enjoyment again. Groaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, The Crucilled

hung on the accursed tree; Hlis accents

of mercy fall soft on thine earIs there

mercy for me ? Will he hear my prayer 7

Oh, God ! In the stream that for sinners

did flow, Wash me, and I shall be whiter

than snow