e, It playe in i. 'o-e

v. - thOeryoneChasing, .'? . L::rrying

by, Jt lights ,n :L a- a:.i ; ark! the

eye, And the t. . :t. a :.r.:, and :

lound, Snap at th- cry' tas ":hat .,!d:

arc.n'dTie t-wn i. s!!ve and i': heart

in a glow To welcome the coming c

beautiful snow. THow wildly the crowd

goes swaying along, Hailing each other

with humour and song! How the gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

for a moment then lost to the eye ;

Rtining, swainging, dashing they go,-.

-Over the crust of the eantiful snowSnow

so pure when it falls from the sky A' to

make one regret to ree it lie.. T'o be

trampled and trackel by the thousands of

feet, Till it blends with the filth in

the horrible street. Once I was pure as

the snow, but I fell, Fell like the snow

flakes from heaven to eh ll.;. .... - .

F to be trampled like filth in the

street, Fell to be seffed, to be spt on

and beat. Pleading, cnursing, dreading

to die, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy; Dealing in shame for a morsel of

bread, Hiting the 'living and fearing

the dead. ,lIerlful (lod ! have I fallen

'sn low ' And yet I was once like the

beautiful snow. Once I was fair as the

beanutiful snow, With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its o. glow ; Once

I was loved for my innocent grace-.

Flattered anl sought for the charms of

my face; Father, motheri sister and; all

; God and myself T have lost by my fall

; 'The veriest wretch that

goes~shiveriig by Will make a wide

swoop, lest I wander too ' nigh; For all

that is'on or above me I know There's-

nothing so pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should te that this

beautiful snow Should fall on a sinner

with nowhere to go; HIow. strange

.lshould it be, when night comes aganll,

If the snow and the ice struck iy

desperate brain i Fainting, freezing,

dying alone, 'Too wicked for -prayer,

too weak for a moan To, beheard in the

street of the crazy town, Gonermnid. in

the joy of the: snow coming r,down;.: To

be and to die in my terriblewoo,- . With

a bed and, a shroud in the' beautiful

-asnow.., - -Helpleo and foul as the

trampled snow,.. . Sinner, despair not!

Christ stoopeth low To'rescuc the soul

that is lost in its sin, And raise it to

life arid enjoyment again.

Groaning,.bleediug, dying for thee, The

crucified hung on the accursed tree, His

accents of.mercy fell soft on thine

earIs there-mercy for .me Will he heed

my :prayer? Oh, God I in the stream that

for sinners did Sflow, WVah me, and

Ishallhbe whiter' than snow I