r as . , BEAUTIFUL SNOW I;

'Oh tho sow, the'lieautiful snowi .

Filling the sky and earth below; SOver

the housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of the people you meet. Dancing,

flirting, skimming along- , Beautiful

snow I it can'donothing wrong. Flying to

kiss a fair lady's cheekClingingto'lips

iiin frolicsomo freak; SBeautiful snow,

from the heavens above, Pure asah angel'

gentlo'as love. Oh I the snow, the

beautiful snow I, How the flakes 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 on the face and

sparkles the eye; t And the dogs; wiith

a bar: and o a bound,' Snap at the

crystals that eddy around. The towr is

alive, and it's heart's in a glow, To

welcome the coming of the beautiful

snow. How wildly the crowd goes swaying

along, H ailing each btler with liumour

and song ! How the gay sledges like

meteors flash by, Bright for a moment;

then lost to the eyetinging, swingimg,

dashing they go, Over the rest of the

beautiful snow; Snow, so pure when it

falls from the sky, As to mnte one

regret to see it lie, To be trampled bnd

tracked by the thousands of feet . . ...

. ý. : .Till it blends with the filth of

the street. Once I was puro s the s?or.,

butI feoilFell, like thsnow flakes, fram

heaven to hell. Fell, to be tramprled as

"il th in the streetFell, to beiscoffed,

to be spit on; and beat. Pleading-

eurrsin~g-dreadinrg to die, Selling my

soul to whoevtter rvould buy; SDealing

in shame for a mor.rel ofbread, Hating

the living, and fearing the dead 1

IMcrciftl God ! ihave I fallen so low ?'

And yet I was once like the beautiful

snow I .Once I was fair as the beautiful

snow, 3With an eye like its crystal, a

heart like its glow; Onee.I was loved

for my innoeeht'graeb-Flattered and

sought for the cliarms of my fare. '

Fatlher, molitcrsister, adanll] -God,

and myself, I have lost by my fall. The

veriest wretch that goes shivering by

Will make a wide swoop, lest I wander

too nigh ; For all that is on or above

me I know, Tliere's nothing so pure as

the beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should tall on a sinner wih nowhere to

go; How strange it should be, when night

comes again, If te snowand the ice

struck my deslerate brain !. l le

Fainting, freezing, dying alone, Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be hieanrd in the street of thel

crazy town, Gone mad in the joy of the

snow coming down; To be and to die in y

teorrible woe, s With a bed and a shroud

of.thobeautiful snow