Oli l the snowP

Ithe.beautiiful snow, . ; ; Filling the

sky and earth .below, ; ' Ovpr the

-housetops, over the street; , -. Over

the heads oftbei people you meet ; I

Dicing— Flirting-^lriTOming'alongj' . _

? 1 1. Beautiful snow i itcandozio wrong

; ' ? Flying to kiss a fair ladyVcheek,

Clinging to lips in frolicsdihe freak ;

Beautiful' snow from^e&veu Vibdvei ' 5

li Pure as an angel, gentle as love I

..r.::, r:r Oh ! the snow, the beautiful

snow, . . ; How thf®

HAkeS'gath8r:andjaugh to they go,

Whirling about in maddening fun ; . J

Oh^isg— Laughing— Hurrsfing by.

Itjlighte' on

thfe'lacej'and'itiBpftrldes'theTBye ; U

i And the'dogi^itji s bafk'Mid ia

boiliid;- ? SMpJit the er^tUsiaB

they'bddy'ttro'iind ' Tpe toipn is fiUve

and its. heart in ,a_glow, , Tp'.wdcome

^tlieoomimg of . tiUitifiUjaiAiwl /' '

Hot? wild tho crowti goes eu-aying

idong, , ' Hailing each other

'with.humor and' song How the gay

sleighs like meteors flash by, Bright'

for the taomont, then -lost to^he eyO ;

? . ! flinging — Swingiag-r-Daahing they

go Over the ortjst of-the beautiful

snp,w;j , , &iow so pure when it falls

from the to, , .... j! To be trampled

and tracked by thousands of fee v 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 hell';

FfeU W^e ttampled as filth on the

street, Fell to be scofled, to be spit

on, and beat; . , Pleading— Cursing—

Dreading to die, Selling my soul to

whoever would buy ; Dealing in shame for

a inorbel of bread, Hating the living

and fearing the dbad. , Merciful God,

have I faUen so low 1 . ... And yet I

was once like the beautiful snow. Onoe I

was fair as the beautiful snow. With an

eye like a crystal, a heart like its

glow ; Once I was loved for my innocent

grace — Flattered and sought for the

charms of my face 1 Fathers — Mothers —

Sisters, all, God and myself I have lost

by my fall ; The veriest wretclAl&t goes

shivering by iWffl make a -wide sweep

lest I wander too nigh ; (For all that

is on or above me I know, There is

nothing so pure a3 the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this

beautiful snow Should fall on a sinner

with nowhere to go I How strange it

should be when the night comes again, If

the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain, Fainting — Freezing — Dying

alone, Too wicked for prayer, too weak f

or a mo an To be heard in the streets of

tho crazy town, Gone mad in the joy of

snow coming down ; To be arid to die in

my terrible woe, With a bed and a shroud

of the beautiful snow. Helpless and foul

as the trampled snow, Sinner, despair

not 1 Christ stoopeth low To rescue the

soul that is lost in sin, And raise it

to life and eqjoyment again. Groaning —

Bloeding— .Dying for theo, 1 The

Crucified hung on the cursed tree ! His

accents of mercy fellisoft on thine ear,

'Is there mercy for me? Will He heed my

weak prayer 1' , . 0 God ! in the stream

that for sinners did flow, Wash me, and

I shall be whiter than snow