Hinging,

Swinging,

J a.-liing fliev go.

This Avas Over the crust of the Wmlim! snow;

n t n; Siioav so pure wh-n it falls from the .skA

:i OI tills r . . i -i i , A, , - ' ,

xo uu u.mii..u in wuii uy xue ctoavu Ruin­

ing by,

To be trampled and tracked bv the thousand

of fret.

Till it blends with tin- filth in the horrible

street.

Once I Avas pure as the snow but T fell!

Fell ,like the snow-Hakes, from Jleuven to

hell!

Fell, to be trampied as filth in the strert;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat:

Pleading,

Cui-hing,

Dreading to die,

Selliug my poul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living, and fearing the dead;

Mt'rciful'God! have 1 fallen so low!

And yet I was once like the beautiful Hnotr.

Once I Avas fair as the beautiful snt.w,

With an eye like the crystal, a heart like its

gloAv:

Once 1 Avas loved for iny innocent grace,

Flattered and sought fur the charm;; of my

face;

Father,

Mother,

Sisters, all,

God and myself I've lost by my fall:

The Avriest Avciich that goes shivering by

Will make a Avide swoop lest 1 Avander too

nigh;

For all that is on or above, I know,

There is nothing that's pure as the beautiful

Know.

IIoav strange it should be that this beautiful

snow­

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

IIoav strange it should be, when the night

comes again,

If the snow and the ice struck my desperate

I nam,

Fainting,

Freezing,

Dying alone.

Too Avicked for prayer, too weak for a moon

To be heard in the streets of the crazv toAvu,

Gone mad in the joy of the snow comiijg

down,

To be, and so die, in my terrible avoc.

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow.