BEAU)''lUJL SNOW1 BY MAJool SinooEm?'.

Oil I the snow, the beautiful eiowv

lilliiig the oky and earth beolow; Over

the howiustopl, over the Otreet, Over

the helads of the people you meoot

Dancing, tlirting, sIilinii.;; along---.

lleautiful snow I it lnm donothinllg

wrong, 'lying; to kisi a fair lady's

checkClinging to lipl in a froliciomlo

froak; lloautiful snow, froim the

heavenc above, P'lro as all angll,

(enitilo as lovo. Oh I the nnow, the

boietifuil unow! I ow the flakes galther

and laugh as they go \hirling iaiout in

their maddeninig fun; It plays in its

gleeo it1h tvory on.01 OChsi;ng,

laughiig, hurrying by, It light onil the

face and sparkloe the eyo; And tlho

dogi, with a barik and i bound, Snap at

the crystals that oddy around. 'leo town

is alive, and it'n lheart's inl a g(low.

To weoloomi tlhe cominlll of the

beautiful 1novn How wildly tile crowd

gool twanying along, Ilailing oachl

othcr with hulmour and songU' How the

gay sledges like inotoora flash by,

Bright for a mo11i11ment, tlhen lost to

the eyo-liingingi, swingigilI, dlnahilig

they go, Over tihe orust of tlh

bIeautiful anoo; hnow, so pure whol it

fallil htorn the sky, As to lmall o11

regret to liCO it lie, To be trampled

andl traoked by the thoulandtl of feet

Till it bloind withl tile filth of tlhe

stroot. Once I was puro as the (n0ow,

but I follIoll, like tile inlow flakes,

from heaven to bell Foll, to be

tramnploe afl filth in the ntreat.Fell,

to 1be (eoffed, to Ibe spit on, and

boat, l'lcadiing--ourhniglg;-dre('diilg

to die, helling ily toull to wlhonvier

vwould buy; Dealingl iln sham for IL

morael o(f broad, Hating the livinlg,

and fearing the deadI Morciful God I

have I fallen so low ? And yet I was

once like tih beautiful aniow Once I was

fair as tioe beautiful (nllow, Witlh au1

eyo like ito oryttal, a heart like it

glow; Onco I was loved for imy innooont

gracoFlattord and 1 oulght flie tho

oliari. o of min face. Fatlhr, mother,

RiStor, ald1 a1ll, (od, and myself, I

have lost by my fall, Thle voriest

wrotch that gosa Ashivering by Will

mllake a wido nrwoop, lomt I vander to,

nigh ; For all that in on or above i I

kinow, Thero's nothling ( o pureo a. tho

boautifil snow How strango it lihould bo

tlhat thi! boautifu 81110\V lhould ll

£1on a Ililier withi nowbere to go; How

straniig it lionlid bo, vwhon night

co.lu again, If thle 1now and tlhe ic, o

tru1ok my desporAt' brainl I Fainting,

frooeing, dying alone, Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To ho hieard

in thlie otoetof the crazy town, (ollone

ad( in thu joy of thle unow coini down ;

To lie and to (die in Imy torriblo woo,

With a i ed aidl a lirolu of the

blautifu 61101W, Hulpless and foul ait

tile trampled snow-linner, dlespair not

! Christ stooplth lov 'T'o resnuo the to

hat ih t losstinl itt sill, And raike it

to life and enjoyment again, CGroanling,

bllondiiln, dying for thee, Th1

Crucilied hungim on tlio iacoursod treo;

Ilis accentli of lleroy fall lioft on

thino car.. IJ tiherO moray for imo?

Will he hear m: prayer ? Ohi, (God! In

tlih tream that for sinnoer did Ilow,

iWa"Al m1o,iand I sliall o5 e whitor

than onow