BEAUTIFUL SNOW. Oh! the snow, the
beautiful snow, -Filling tlie sky and
earth below ; : Over, the house tops,
over the street^ - , Over t;he heads of
the people you nieet, '
i)ancing,flirting, skimming along ;
Bpautiful srow! it can do nothing wrong;
Flying tp kiss a fair lady's cheek,
Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak;
Beautiiul snow from the heavens above,
Pure .as an angel, gentle as Jove I Oh!
the snow, the beautiful snow, Jiow the
flakes gather and laugh as they pp
Whirling about in their maddening fun,
It plays in its .glee with
everyoneChasing, laughing, hunting by,
It lights on the face und sparkles
theeye. And the dogs, with a hark and a
bound. Snap at the crystals that eddy
aroundThe town is alive and its heart in
a glow To welcome the coming of
beautiful snow. How wildly the
crowd,goes.swaying along, Hailing each
other witli humor and song ! How the gay
sledges like meteors flash by, Bright
for a'moment, then lost to the eye ;
Ringing, swinging, dashing they goi,
Over the crust of the beautiful snpwSnow
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 oj
' ' v" . '.* - 'vt u '? Till ifc'blends
with the filth in tl^e hprribl^ street.
ce I was pure as thesnow,- byt I fell, '
(/ l^ell like' the snovraaker from
heaven to hell j . Fell to be
trampled'as filth iutbestreet ; "v':Fell
to be scoffed^ to be ^pit on and beat.'
PJead^rig, cursing, dreading to die,
Selling" my soul.to" whoever would buy;.
.,'J Sealing in shame for a. morsel of
bread, Hating the living and fearing the
dead. Merciful God ! have r fallen so
low; And yet I was once-like the
beautiful snow ; Once'I wasfoir as the
beWtiful snow, - -With an eye like its
"crystal, - a heart, like its gloW-J ' w
C'Sr'jtJi- ^ Qnce I was loved for my
innocent grace-^i ' -Flattered and
sought fbf "the"charms of my face j
Father, mother^ sister and all; pod and
myself I have lost by.n^.faU ;. The
veriest .wretch that goes shivering by *
V / , . Will make a Tyide swoop, lesj
I.wander too nigh; For all that is on or
above nf£ I know There's nothing so pure
& the beautifu^'^bw. |fow strange it
should be that this beautiful snow
Should falcon a sinner with nowhere to
gq; 1 . How strange it should be," when
night come3 * again; ] If the," snow and
the ice struck my desperate brain! ... .
... . . .. . Fainting, freezing, dying
alone^ Too wicked for prayer, too weak
for a moan - '. To be heard in the
street of the crazy town, pone mad in
the joy of thei snow^conurig down ; To
be and to die in my -terrible'woe,- .
With a bed aniita shrpud Helpless and
foul as the trampledsnowV ?. . Sinner,
despair not!'Christ ^iobpeth'low.']';*?
? i To rescue the soiil that is lost in
its sin^ , And ra^se it to life and
enjoyment agMn, ! ^ ' proaning,
bleeding, dying for thee, vx ' V ) The
micifiedhungontheaccursed tree, accents
of mercy fell 6oft on thine ear ls there
mercy for me?. Will"He heed piy -
prayer? , : / pfy/.God 1 in the stream
that for sinners did flow ; Was£ me, and
I shalL.be.tvhit$£ than.anow.