Oh ! the snow, the
beautiful «now, Filling
tne'^cj/andjaariobeloir, -Vver the
bopejops, iver : the slpeei, Orer the
heeds or tie people 76a meet; Dancing —
Flirting— Skimming along. Beautiful
:sBo?r.1 . It -an;-U-BO wrong!
Flj\ngtoJrissafflirl«dj!eol(cek, .,
Clinging tolipB 'in frolicsome freak j
BeaotifuJ.snbiT.from henvenabove. Pore
as an aiigjl, gentle as lore I Oh 1 the
snow, the beautiful snow, How the flakes
gather and laugh as -they - go, ' - ? .
? Whirling abont in maddening fan ; '
Chasing— -Laughing— Hurrjing by. It
lights on the faoe, and it sparkles the
eye; ? .: And the dogs with a bark and a
bound Snap at the crystals as they eddy
arouud ; The-town is alive and iis heart
in a glow, To welome the coming of
beautiful snow I How mid the crowd goes
swaying along, ' Hailing each other with
humor and song ; How the gay sleighs
like meteors flash by, Bright for the
moment, then lost to the ' JV*! ?
Ringing — Stringing— Dashing they go
Orer the jcrosi of the b antifnl snow ;
bnow ao pare when it falls from the sky,
. To be trampled and tracked by
thousands of.foet, Till it blendi with
the filth in the horrible ?teat. Once I
Ira* pure ai the snow, but I fell, Fell
like the mow flakes from heaven to hell;
Fell to be trampled aa filth on the
street, Fell to bo scoffed, to be spit
on, and beat ; Pleading— Cursing —
Dreading to die, Selling my soul to
whoever would toy ; Dealing In ename for
a morsel of bread, Hating the living and
fearing the dead. Merciful Uod, have I
fallen so low ? And yet I was once like
the beautiful snuw. Once I was fair as
the beautiful snow, With an ejre like a
crystal, a heart a like its glow ; Onoe
I was lored for my innocent grace—
Flattered and sought for the charms of '
my Tact! Fathers— Mothers— Sisters, all,
God and myself I have lost by my fail ;
The veriest wretch that goes shrinking
by Will make a wider sweep lest I wander
too nigh ; For all that is on or above
me I know, There is nothing ao pure as
the beautiful snow. How strange it
should be that this beautiful anhwShould
Should Tall on a sinner wilh nowhere to
go ; How strange it should be when the
night oomes again, If the snow and the
icj struck my desperate brain,Fainting
Fainting — Freezing— Dying alone, Too'
wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan
To he heard in the streets of the crazy
town, Hone mad in the joy of Bnow coming
down, To l« and to die in my terrible
woe, With a bed and a rhrond of the
beantifnl anow. - ? Helpless and foul as
the trampled snow, Sinnrr, despair sot !
Olirist ttoopeth low To reset cthe soul
that is lost in sin, . And rase it to
life and enjoyment again. Growing— HI ed
Tig— Dying for ihi% The Crucified hung
on the cursed tree I His accents of
mercy fell soft on thineear, 11 It there
mercy for me ? will he need my weak
prayer?' 0 Go*! in the stream that for
sinners did flow, Wash mf, anil I shall
be whiter than snow