-On I the snow, tho

bountiful «now, ¡ Filling the sky and

tho oarth bolow ; > OVcV the housetops,

over tho atreot, Over the heads of ths

people you moot, -Daaoliw, flirting,

skimming along 1 Boaottful snow I it can

do nothing wrong. Flying to kiss a fair

lady's cheek, Clinging ta lil« 'n a

frohckBomo freak | Beautiful snow from

tho heavens above, , Para an an angel,

gentle os lovo I . Oh, the snow, tho

oeautiful snow, How tho flakes gather

and laugh as they go, Whirling about in

their maddening fun, It playa m its glee

with everyone: Chasing, laughing,

hurrying by, It lights on the face ana

sparkles tho oyo, And tho dogs, with a

bark and a bound, Snap at tho crystals

that eddy around ; The town is alive and

its heart in a glow ¡ To welcome tho

coming of beautiful snow. How wildly tho

crowd goos swaying along, Hailing each

other with humour and song 1 How the gay

aledgoa like meteors Hash by, Bright for

a moment, then lost to thu eye ;

Einging, swinging, dashing they go, -

Over tho crust of tho beautiful snow

Snow no pura when it falls from tho sky

As to mako ono regret to seo it lio, To

be trampled anil tracked by thousands of

foot, Till it blends with tho filth in

tho horriblo street Once I was puro as

tho snow, hut I foll ; Fell like the

snowflakes from heaven to holl ; Fell to

be tramplod as tilth in tho street ; ?

Fell to be scoffed, to bo spit on and

boat. Pleading, cursing, dreading to

dio, Selling my soul to whoovor will

buy, Pealing in sin for a morsel of

broad, Hating the living and fearing thu

dead.. Merciful God I have I fallen so

low? And yet I was once like tho

beautiful snow I Once I was fair as tito

beautiful snow, With an oyo like its

crystal, a heart liko its glow ; Once I

was loved far my innocent grace,

Flattered and sought for tho charms of

my face. Father, mothor, sister and all

: God and myself I havo lost by my fall

; Tho veriest wretch that goes shivering

by ?Will make a wide swoop, lest I

wonder too nigh ; For all that is on or

above mo 1 know .Thorn's nothing so pure

OB tho beautiful snow. How strango it

should bo that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go. Hew strango should it bo when night

comes again If tho snow and tho ico

struck my desporato brain. Fainting,

freozing, dying alone Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To bo heard

in tho streets of tho crazy town, Gono

mad in tho joy of the snow coming down ;

To bo and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bod and a shroud of thu beautiful

snow 1 Helpless and foul as the trampled

snowSinner, despair not i Christ

stoonoth low To rosene tho soil that is

lost in its sin, And taiso it to lifo

and onjoymont again. Groaning, bleeding,

dying for thee, The crucified hung on

the accursed tree, His acoents of mercy

foll soft on thy ear Is there mercy for

ms ? Will He hoed my pray or? . Oh, God

I in tho itroam that lor «lunera did

flow.Wash me and I shall bo whitor than

snow 1