Oh 1 tho snow, tho

beautiful snow, Hiing tho sky and tho

earth below ; Ovor tho house tops, over

tho street, Ovor tho heads of tho people

you meet, Dancing, fUrting, skimming

along, j Beautiful snow! it con do

nothing wrong ; Flying to kiss a fair

lady's cheek. Clinging to Hps in a

frolicsome freak;* Beautiful snow from

tho heavens abovo, Turo as an angel,

gentío as lovo I Oh 1 tho snow, tho

beautiful snow, How tho flakes gather

and laugh as they go "Whirling about in

their maddening fun, , It ploys its glee

with ovoryonoChasing, laughing, hurrying

by. It lights on the face and sparklos

tho oyo, And tho dogs, with a bark and a

bound, Snap at tho crystals that eddy

aroundTho town is alive and its heart in

a glow To welcome tho coming of

beautiful snow. How wildly tho crowd

goes swaying along, . Hailing each other

with honor and song I How tho gay

sledges Uko meteors flash by, ungut ror

a moment, then lost to tho cyo ;

Hinging, swinging, dashing they go, Over

tho crust ot tho beautiful snow Snow so

intro when it falls from tho Bkjr As to

make ono regret to seo lt lie, To bo

trampled and tracked by tho thousands of

feet, Till it blends with tho filth in

tho horrible street. Onco I was puro as

the snow, but I foll. Foll Uko tho snow

flakes from heaven to hoU: Foll to bo

trampled Uko 111th in the street, Fell

to bo scoffed, to bo spit on and beat,

Pleading, cursing, dreading to dio.

Soiling my soul to whoover would buy ;

Scaling in shanie for a morsol of bread,

Hating the living and foarlng tho dead.

Merciful dod I havo I faUen so low? And

yet I was once Uko tho boautlf ul snow.

Onco I wai fsir os tho boautlf ul snow,

"With an cyo Uko its crystal, a heart

Uko its glow i Once I was loved for my

innocent grace Flattered and sought for

tho charms of my faco ; Father, mother,

sister and all ; God and myself, I have

lost by my fall ; The veriest wretch

that goos shivoring by Will make a. wida

swoop, lost I wander too nigh ; For ail

that is on or above mo I know There's

nothing so puru as tho beautiful snow.

How stnvnga lt should ba that this

beautiful snow -Should fall on a Blnner

with nowhoro to go; How strange should

it bo, when night comes again, If tho

snow and the icc struck my aesporato

brain 1 Fainting, freeling, dying alone

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan To be heard In tho street of tho

crazy town, Gone madln tho Joj of tho

snow coming down ; To bo and to dio in

my terrible woo, "With a bcd and a

shroud in the bountiful snow. Helpless

and foul as tho trampled snow, Sinner

despair not I Christ stoopeth low To

rescue the soul that is lost in its sin,

And raise it to Ufo and enjoyment again.

Orooning, bleeding, dying for thoo, Tho

crucified hung on tho accursed tree,

Ills accents of morey foU soft on thine

ear-ls thoro mercy for mo? Will ho heed

my prayer? Oh, God I In tho abeam that

for sinners did flow, "Waslrme, amt I

shall bo whiter than snow.