DBEAUTIFUL.. 8N I .O Oh ! the snow, the

beautiful snow I Filling the sky and

earth below; Over the housetops, over

the street, Over the heads of the people

you meet. Dancing, flirting, skimming

alongBeautiful snow ! it can do nothing

wrong. Flying to kiss a fair lady's

cheekClinging to lips in a frolicsome

freak; Beautiful snow, from the heavens

above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow I How

the flakes gather and laugh as they go

Whirling about in their maddening fun;

It plays in its g!ee with every one.

Chasing, laughing, hurrying by, It

lights on the fece end sparkles the eys;

And the dogs, wit- a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystale that eddy around.

The town is alive, anud it's heart's in

a glow, To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow. How wildly the crowd

goes swaying along, Hailing each other

with humour and song I How the gay

sledges like meteors flash by, Bright

for a moment, then lost to the

eyeRinging, swinging, dash'ing they go,

Over the crust of the beautiful snow;

Snow, so pure when it falls from the

sky, As to make one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet Till it blends with

the filth of the street. Once I was pure

as the snow, but I fellFell, like the

snow flakes, from heaven to hell. Fell,

to be trampled as filth in the

streetFell, to be scoffed, to be spit

on, and beat. Pleading-cursing--dreading

to die, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy; Dealing in shamu for a morsel of

bread, -Hating the living, and fearing

the dead! Merciful God I have I fallen

so low ? And yet I was once like the

beautiful snow I Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow, With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its glow; Once I

was loved for my innocent graceFlattered

and sought for the charms of my face.

Father, mother, sister, and 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

too nigh; For all that is on br above me

I know, There's nothing so Pure as the

beautiful snow. How strange it should be

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; How strange

it should be, when night comes again, If

the snow and the ice struck my desperate

brain ! Fainting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan 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. Hlelpless and

foul as the trampled snowSinner, despair

not ! Christ stoopeth low To rescue the

soul that is lost in its sin, And raise

it to life and enjoyment again.

Groaning, bleeding, dying for thee, The

Crucified hung on the accursed tree; His

accents of mercy fall soft on thine

earIs there mercy for me? Will he hear

my prayer? Oh, God! In the stream that

for sinners did flow, Wash me5 anl I

shalh be whiter than snow