OH.THE SNOW! Tm: BEAi'T,rL'L SN0W '

Oh, tbe snow! the b-111 8B0w:

Filling the rtb -" "k7 ltow

Orer fe b'"I,"i otot the street,

Orrr t heads of people you meet,

Danciug,

SikimmiKg itlong,

caa do no wToijg;

Cliaging to lipri frlicsoin freak,

ceaOurul snow frm the Heaven above !

Par "Q "gel, gctl tu lore.

Oh, the snow ! the bcantifnl hiiow !

How the flakes gather and laagh us they go,

Whirling in the maddening fan !

It plays in its glee with eTery one,

Chasing,

Langbing,

Harrying jy,

It lights on the fare, and it sparkles the eye ;

And the dogs, with a bark aud bound,

8uap at the crystals that eddy around.

The town U alive, and its heart in a glow,

To welcome tho coming of Leantiful mow.

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,

n.ahj ..oh o.h.r , -l Lomor ..! st !

"ow the gay sledge, lit meteoni dash by:

Bright for the moineut, then lost to the eye !

Ringing,

Swinging,

Daahiug they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow

8now bo pnrw when it falls from the aky,

Tob trampled in mnd by the crowd rushing by

To ho trampled and tracked by the thousands

offoet,

Till it blend with the filth of the horrible

street.

Once I was as pnre as the snow bnt I fsll

Fell,like the snow flakeB.from lie Ten to hell

Fell, to 1 trampled as filth in the street ;

Fell, to be scoffed at, be spit on, and beat ;

Pleading,

Curtdiitct

JJieadmg to die,

Selling my -ul to whoever would buy ;

Ueaimg in snamo for a uiornei or oread,

Hating the liTing, nnd fearing tbe dead.

Meixiful God ! have I fallen -o low

And yet I was once like tho beautiful snow

Once I was fuir as the beautiful snow,

With an ere like t';e crystal, a heart like it

glow ;

Once I xr.r loved fo. my rniucent gicce

FlatMred and oi-.nt f r the " arm uy

face !

Father.

Mother,

God and ruyholf, Ie lot by my fall .

Tho veriest wretch that go bhiTmi ig

Will make a wide swoop lost I wander

nigh ; j

For all that is on or above mo. i Know, ;

There is nothing that's pure as tho leaiit:t"u!

siioa'.

now atrauge it should be that Una berutit'ul

snow

Should fall on a sinnc-i with nowhere to !

How strange it should le, when the r.iht

eomes again,

If the snow and the ice struck civ deivrate

brain!

Fainting,

Frcer.ing,

Dying alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a tuoun,

To he heard in the streets of the crazv town.

Gone mad In the joyof tho biiow coming down

To uie, and so die in niv teiribic woe.

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

slow J

THE GRANT