BEAUTIFUL SNOWI Be Mason Sroovursat. Oh

! the snow, the beautiful snow I Filling

the sky and earth below; Over the

housetops, over the street, Over the

heads of the people you meet. Dancing,

flirting, skimmiLa alongBeautiful snow I

it can donothing wrong. Flying to kiss a

fair lady's checkClinging to lips in a

frolicsome freak; Beautiful snow, from

thahleavens above, Pure as an angel,

gentle as love. Oh I the snow, the

beautiful snow! flow 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; And the dogs, with i.

bark and a bound, Snap at the crystals

that eddy around. The town is alive, and

it's heart's in a glow. To welcome the

coming ot the beautiful snow How 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

eyeRinging, swinging, dashing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow, so pure when it falls from the

sky, As to make one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet Till it blends with

the filth of the street. Once I was pure

as the snow, but I fellFell, like the

snow flakes, from heaven to hell Fell,

to be trampled as fl' in the streetFell,

to be scoffed, to be spIt on, and beat.

Pleading--cursing-dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

)ealing it 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 snow I

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,

With an eye like its crystal, a heart

like it glow; Once I was loved for my

innocent graceFlattered and sought for

the chares of m: face." Father, mother,

sister, and all, God, and myself, I have

lost by my fall. The veriest wretch that

goes shivering by Will make a wide

swoop, lest I wander to, 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; How strange it

should be, when night comt again, If the

snow and the ice struck my desperat'

brain ! Fainting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan To be heard in the street of the

crazy town, Gone mad in the joy of the

snow comin down; To be and to die in my

terrible woe, With a bed and a shroud of

the beautiln snow. Helpless and foul as

the trampled snowSinner, despair not !

Christ stoopsth los To rescue the soul

that is lost in its sin, And raise it to

life and enjoyment again. Groaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, The Crucified

hung on the accursed tree; His accents

of mercy fall soft on thine earIs there

mercy for me? Will hehearm; prayer? Oh,

God! In the stream that for sinners did

flow, Wash me, and I shall be whiter

than snow