Oh ! the mow, -the beautuul

snowl Riling the sky and earthhelow;

Over tfae boaeetOBS, Over the street,

Over ihe hesda of the people yon meet.

Dancing, flirting, sMmnung along— .

Beautiful snowFltasja do nothing wrong.

Rying to Idas a ielt lady 's cheek—

-OUnging to Bpa In a irolicsomo tSeok;

Beautiful snow, from the hearann ihont

Pun as an angel, -ntlo as lova. Oh t the

snow. the beoofilnl sawwl . How the

Sokes gather and laugh M they go

-Whirliug about lD tkair maddening fun)

It plays in lb 'glee with every one.

Chasing, laughing, hurry ing by. It

lights an the taoe and sparkles the eyng

And the dogs, with a bark anil a bound,

Snap at the aryatalsthnt eddy around.

The town is alive, and it's heart's in a

(tow, To welcome the coming of the

beautiful anon How wildly the crowtbaoes

owaying along, Hailing each other with

humour and song How the gay sledges like

meteorB flash by. Bright tor a moment,

thai tost to the eye— Staging, swinging,

dabbing they go, j Over the crest of the

beautiful enow ; w Snow, eo pure when it

tolls from the sky, As to make one

regret to sevit lie, To be trampled and

traokedhy thetheasonai of feet . Till it

blends with the filth of tire street. /

Once I was pare as the snow, but I fell

— Fell, like the snow flakes, from lif

irentoher. Fell, to be trampled as fflth

in street — -Fell, to be scoffed, to be

spit < id beat. Pleading— cursing—

dreading . .,ie. Selling my sonl to

whoerer iv.mld bay ; Dealing in shame

for a morsel of bread, Hating the

living, end fearing the dead I Merciful

God 1 have I fallen so low ? And yet I

was once like the be&alifal snowl Once I

was fair as the beautiful snow, With an

eye like its orystal, a heart like it

glow ; Once 1 was loved tor my innocent

grace — Flattered and sought tor the

charms of m; faee. Father, mother,

eieter, end all, God, and myself, I have

lost by my falL The veriest wretch that

goes shivering by Will make a wide

swoop, lest I wander toi nigh; For all

that is on or above me I know, There's

nothing so pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this

beautiful snow Shonld toll on a tinner

with nowhere to go ; How strange it

should be, when tight comes again, If

the enow and the ice struck my desperate

brain t , Fainting, freezing, dying

atone. Too wicked for prayer, too weak

for a moar To be heard in the street 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. / Helpless

and foal as the trampled snow — -Sinner,

despair not I Christ stqopeth low ' To

rescne the soul that iB lost in its sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment

again. Groahing, bleeding, dying for

thee, The Crucified hung on the accursed

tree ; His accents of mercy fall soft on

thine ear-Is there mercy for me ? Will

he hear my prayer ? Oh, God 1 In the

stream that for sinners did flow, Wash

me, and I shall bo whiter than snowl