Oli! the mow, the beautiful

snow. i Filling the sky an 1 the earth

below; ! Over the housetops, over the

street, : Over the heads of the people

you meet, ! Dancing, Hilling, skimming

along; { Beautiful snow, it can do

nothing wrong; t I"l\ iiig to kiss a

fair lady's cheek, j Clinging to lips in

a frolicsome freak; | Beautiful snow

from tho heavens above, j Pure as an

angel, gentle as love! I Oh! the fiicw,

the Ijeautiful snow, How the iliikcs

gather and laugh as they go V hirlir.g

about in their maddening fun, j It plays

in its glee with every one- j Chasing,

laughing, hurrying by, It lights on the

face and sparkles tho eye, And the dogs,

with a bark and a bound, Snap at the

crystals that eddy aroundTie town is

alive and its heart in a glow, To

welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How Kiddy the crowd goes swaying along,

Bailing each other with humour and song!

How the gay sledges like meteors flash

by, Bright for a moment, then lost to

the eye! Ringing, swinging, dashing they

go, Over the crust of the beautiful

enowSnow so pure when it folk from the

sky, As ro make one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet, Till it blends with

the filth in the horrible street. Once 1

was pure as the snow, but I fell, Fell

like the snow flakes from heaven to

hell; Fell to bo trampled as filth in

the street; Fell to be scoffed, to be

spit on and beat. Pleading, cursing,

dreading to die, Selling my soul to

whoever would buy; Dealing in shame for

a morsel of bread, Hating the living and

fearing the dead. Merciful God! have I

fallen so low? And yet I was once like

the beautiful snow! 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 gracc

Flattered 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 or above me I know There's nothing so

pure as the beautiful snow. How strange

it should bo that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go! How strange should it be, when uight

comes again, If the snow and the ice

struck my desperate brain! Fainting,

freezing, d\ing alone. Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To bo heard

in the streets 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

bcautif-.il snovr. Helpless ntid foul as

the trampled sno\r, Shiner, despair not!

Christ stooj>eth low To retelle the toul

that is lost in its siu, And raise it to

life and enjoyment again. Groaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, The Crucified

ht"ig on the accursed tree; His accents

t f mercy fell .-oft on thine ear la

there for m-jWill He heed my player? Oh

God! in the stream thai for sinners did

flow, Wash uir. anu 1 shall he whiter

than snow.