Flying tokissafair lady's cheek*

"VClingingtolips in frolicsome ft-eak;

-"" Beautiful snow, from heaven above, .

Ptiife as an angel, gentle as love! Jph,

the snow, the beautiful show! How the

-flakes gather and laugh as they go;

Whirling about in their maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing, laughing, hurrying by, It

lights up the face and it sparkles the

eye; j And the. dogs with a bark and a

bound Snap at the crystals as they eddy

around; The town is alive, and its heart

in a glow To welcome the coming of

beautiful enow. Ho wildly the crowd goes

swaying along, Hailing each other with

humor and song; How the gay sleighs like

meteors flash by, Bright for a moment,

then lost to the eye. Hinging, swinging,

dashing they go, Over the crust of the

beautifulsno wSnow 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 of feet, Till it blends

with the filth in the horrible street.

«, Once I was pure as the snow—but I

fell 1 Fell like tke snowflakes, from

heaven to hell , Fell to be trampled as

filth in the street, -Fell to be

scoffed, spit on, and beat. Pleading,

cursing. dreading todie; , Selling my

soul to whoever would buy. 0jrtm^E^

&!*>>'• w& BatipgtM 'lit^nf^ Merciful

ii^t^etXwa^ snow. / • "..: . ■?'\. t

Once I ijwl&..«(i'|3ipf ^eaa^id^n^^

.With %i eye lite -'i£ crystal eaid a i

heart like its glow; ; Once I was loved

for my innocent - grace, • •

'!,...'"rv"....-'.' Battered, and sought

for the charm, of my face! Bather,

mother, and sisters all, God, and

myself, I have lost by my . ■ fall; The

veriest wretch that goes shiver ing by

Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too

nigh. For all that is on or before me I

know There's nothing so pure as the

beauti ful snow. How strange it should

be that this beautiful snow Should fall

on a sinner with nowhere to go! How

strange it should be when the night

conies again If the snow, and the ice

struck my desperate brain!

Fainting—freezing—dying alone 1 Too

wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be heard in the streets of the crazy

town Gone mad in the joy of the snow

coming down! To be and to die in my

terrible woe, • „ With a bed and a

shroud of the beautiful snow.

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