THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW,

Oh 1 tbs mow, tb« beautiful snow,

Filling the eky nnd the eaj;th below ;

Over the house-tops, over tbe etreet,

Orer the heads of the oeoole you meet

l(w_..

, „ fc« along;

Beautiful enow : it onnnot do wrong ;

^jing to klie a fair Indy'* cheek,

; in a frolicsome freak ;

Beautiful inow’fVmB'mc-bcjyens above,

Pam as an angel, gentle ee love.

Oh I tbe snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling about in their maddening fun,

It piny* in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

Harrying by,

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

nap at tbe crystals tnrtaay around ;

The town is alive and its heart in aglow

To welcome the comiog of beautiful snow.

How wildly the crowd>goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor and song;

Bow the gay sleds like meteors flash by,

Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye ; _

Ringing,

Swinging,

Dashing they go

Over the ornst of the beautiful snow ;

Snow so pore as, it falls from the sky,

To be trampledin mud by the crowd rushing by ;

o be trampled and tracked by the thousands ol

feet,

Till It blends with tbe filth of the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the"snow, but I fell,

Fell like the snow-fllkes, from heaven to hell :

Fell to trampled as filth in the street;

Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on, end ljcat.

Pleading;

Cursing,

Dreading to die;

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread;

Bating the living and fearing the dead.

Merciful God 1 have I fallcu so low ?

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow !

Once I was fair as the beantiful snow, N

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow ;

Ones i was loved for my innocent grace,

Flatjujed en(t sought for the charms of my face.

-.-Father, c .

Mother,

Sister, all

God and myself I have lost by my faH,

Tbe veriest wretch that goes shivering ?y, e

Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh;

For all that is on or above Me I know

There’s nothiug that’s pure as the beautiful

snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful

snow

Should full on a sinner with nowhere to go !

How strange should it be when night comes

again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain 1 “ ~~ ~ TV'

jErrtnling,

/Freezing,

Dying, alone,

Too wicked for prayer, -too weak for a moan

To be beard in the streets of the crazy town,

Gone mud in tbe joy of tbe snow coming down ,

To be and to dio in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beantiful snow.

Helpless and foul as tbe trampled snow,

Sinner, despair not, Christ stoopeth low

To rescue tbe soul that <s lost in its sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment again ;

Groaning,

Bleediog,

Dying for thee,

The Crucified bang on tbe accursed tree ;

His accents of mercy fell soft on thine ear,

Is there mercy for me, will be heed my prayer ?

O God ! in "the stream that for sinners did flow

Wash me. and I shall be whiter than snow.