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Oh! the snow, the beautiful enow, .

"Tilling the sk y and earth below

Over the housetops, oTer the street,

Oyer the heads of the people you meet,

: ''- Dancing, .

JfTirtlns

: - Sklmminir alonff ; t

Beautiful enow ; it can do no wrong,

Thing to kls a fairlady's cheek.

" Cuoglncr to lips In a 'frolicsome freak,

Beautiful snow from the Heaven above,

' Pure.as an angtl, gentle as love ! . -,

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the

Wbirlim

How the Hikes gather and laugh as they go

rlincr about in the maddening fun, ,

It plays in, its glee with every one.

Chasinsr.

v i Laughing:,

Hurry inj: by ;. ..;..

It lights on theiface and it sparkles the eye !

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy, around ;

The town ia alive, and its heart.ln a glow,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow !.

i Ilowwild the crowd goifcr swaying along, ,

dialling each other wilh'humor and eong!.

How the gay sledges, like meteor 'flash by,

Bright tor the moment, then lost to the eve :

.. Ringing,

, Swinging, . .

Dashing they go, '

Over the crust of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky,

. To be trampled in mud by tho crowd rushing by,

; -To be trampled and tracked by the ithousands of

feet, .. :

Till it blends with the nitbln the horrible street.

Once I was pure as. the snow, but I fell !

Fell like the Snow-flakes from heaven to hell ;

" Tell to be trampled as filtlSof thei street ;

, "' Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on.and beat ;

t . Pleading. : . : , ; '

' Curbing, : - ; . .

- Dreading tty die,' , 1 ' .

r ' Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead ; -.

Merciful God ! have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like the beautiful suuw.

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Once I was fair as the. beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystal, a.beart like its gio w;

; Once I was loved for my innocent grace

, Flattered and sought for the charms of my face !

.: . Father, , . - i .

Mother, ? .

-..'.' r 8istera, all, '

God, and myself, I have lost by my fall ;

The" veriest wretch that goe& Bhiveringlby,

Will take a wide sweep, lest I Wander too nigh ;

For all that ia on or above me; Tknow,

. There la nothing that's as pure as the beautiful

6now.

How 6trangc it should be that this beautiful

snow ' - .

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange it should be, when the night comes

again, -'-' -. .

Jf the 6now and the ice struck my desperate

brain. '

- 1 FainUng,; , . ' .

. . Freezmg,

Dying alone, 1

Too wicked for a prayer, too weak for a moau

To be heard in the streets of the crazy town,

r Gone mad In the joy of the show coming down,

To lie. and so die in nay terrible woe.

? With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow. J