Boothe In charge

Fell like the snow flakes from heav

en to hFll

Fell to be trampled as filth on the

street

Fell to be scoffed to be spit on and

beat

Pleading

Selling my soul tb whoever would

buy

Dealing in shame for

bread

Hating the living and fearing the

dead

Merciful God have I fallen so low

And yet 1 was once like the beautiful

snow

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow

With an eye like a crystal a jieart

like Its glttw

Once I was loved for my innociurt

grace —

Flattered and sought for the charms

of my face

Father Mother Sisters— all

God and mvself 1 have lost bv my

fall

The veriest wretches that

ering by

Will make a with street lest 1 won-

der too nigh

For all that is on or above mo I know

There is nothing so pure as’’tho beau-

tiful snow

How atrange 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

r

♦

J

j I have plenty of money to lend on good farm lands

in Tarrant county and on improved Arlington property

Correspondence solicited ♦

f JOHN R STANLEY

ATTORNEY At LAW ♦

o Bewley Handing Fort Worth Texas T

bainting 1

Too wicked

for a moan

Ti be heard in

crezy town

Gone mad in the joy of snow coming

down

1 o be and to dje in my terrible woe

ith a bed and a shroud of the beau-

tiful snow

Helpless and

snow

Sinner despair not

low

Te rescue the soul that is lost in sin

raise it to life and enjoyment

r again

Groaning t hee

The Crucified hung

tree

His accents of mercy

thine ear

Is there mercy for me

heed my wypk prayer

O God in the stream that for sinners

did flow

Mash me and I shall be whiter than

st iow