Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below;

Over the house tops, over the street,

Over the beads of-the people you meet.

Dancing,

Flirting,

Beautiful snow! it can 'do no wrong,

Flying to kiss a fair lad?* cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolics'ome (teak,

Beautiful snow froth the beaverl s Igh:,ve,

Pare as an angel, gentle aka dote !

Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flakes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling Hut haler* ruadiPplog- fun.

It plays iq,its gitie every ;to . ne,

inin4,

• • 'Latighi ngi ,,

_ Hurrying by;

It lights on the fare and it sparkles the eye,

And the - dogs, with a bark and a Loood,

snap at the'erystais that eddy ar.uud—

The town is alive and its heart iu a

. gloss o

To welcome, the coming of beautiful snow!

How the wild crowd giet,titre}itig along,

Hulling each ether with butuur and 'tong!

Hot, the gay aledgev, like uitteurs, flash by,

Bright fur u inutuent, tbeu lubt to the t.ye—

Ringing,

Swinging,

Darkeibg 019 , go,

Over the crust of the beautiful euow ;

Buoy; so pure when it falls (*rum tho sky,

Inle r t!arnpled in mud by,the-„crowd rush­

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To be trurataWttietrireked`bk tbs thou-

sands °fleet,

Till it bleirds with the filth in the 'horrible

street.

O'nee I was pure as tho snow—but I fell!

Fell like the snow flakes fromleaven to hell ;

Fed to be trampled as filth in the street;

Fell to be sooffed; t to . he spit ou and beat;

Pleading,

Cursing,

Dreading to die,

Belling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dialing in shame fur a morsel of breaj,

Hating the living and fearing the dead;

Merciful Sod! have I fallen so low?

Ana yet I was once like the beautiful snow.

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With an eye like crystal, a heart like its

glow ; •

Flattered and sought fok the charms of my

taco!

Father,

Mother,

Sletere,

0 :Myfelfigttaott

''ltbi'vetiee arifoto halt geeilihtv'eriirs4

will make a wide swoop lest I wautter too

uigh ;

For all that is tat or above me, I kuovr,

There is nothi4 that's pure but the beautiful

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Now strange it abauld be that 'the beautiful

snow a .

B,lAaf fall on a flutter with no w At; go I

ticki'strange it should I;,e, when the night

collies again,

If the snow and the tee Itrikes my desperate

brain, , •

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak fur H moan,

To be heard iu the streets of the crazy town,

Gone mad in the joy of the4now cowing

down j t

To be and to die in my terribli4thle,

With a bed and a shroud of 'dile beautiful