THE BEAUTIFUL SNO IP!"

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Villing the sky and the earth belowt ,

Over the house-tops, over the street, ' .

Over the heads of the people you meet,

Dancing,

j Flirting.

. bldpping lon ;

Beautiful snow ! ltan net do wrongs

Flyinjt to kiss a fair lady's cfieel

Olinging- to lips in a frolicsome freak ;

Beautiful enow from the.heavens above,

Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

Oh ! the snow, the beantifol enow; '

How the flakes Rather and lans;h as they go

Whirling abouf. in. their maddening fun,

It plays in its i J! with eery one,

Chong, - '

Laughing,

Hurrying by,

It lights on the face and It sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,

Snap at the crystals that eddy around ;

The town is alive and its heart In a glow ,

To welcome the coining of beautiful snow;

How wildly the erowd goes swaying along,

Hailin? each other with humor and edne:

How the gay. sledges like meteor flash by, -Bright

lor a moment, then lost to the eye ;

Kinging, 1

; Swinging,

f Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow ;

Bnow so pare as it falls from the sky.

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing b:

to De trampiea ana tracsea Dy tne cnousanas oi

feet.

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible street.

, . . -ti- v . sc

once I was pure as the snow, but I fell.

Fell like the snow-flakes, from heaven to hell ;

Fell to be trampled as filth in the street ;

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

ncaaing,

J Cursing,

Dreading to dio :

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing In shame for a morsel of bread ;

Hatinar the living and fearing the dead.

Mercilal Ood I have I fallen so -low T

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow !

Onee I was fair as the beantifol snow.

With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow;

unce l was lovea ior my innocent grace.

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face.

i . iratner,

- Mother,'

- ! - - Sister, all.

Gof and myself I have lost by my fall.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by.

Win make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh

For alt that is on or above me I know

There's nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go 1

How strange should it be when night comes again

it tne snow ana tne ice struct my aesperate Dram

fainting,

Frecring,

( Dy insr. alone.

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be 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.

vvitn a bea ana a snroud or the beautiful snow.

Helpless and foul as the trampled snow,

Slnnr, despair not ! Christ stoopeth low

To rescue the soul that is lost in its sin,

Ana raise it to ine and enjoyment again ;

Uroaiiing, ,-.;. s -1

Bleeding;

Dying for thee.

The Crucified hung on the accursed tree ;

nis accents oi mercy ieii Boit on tome ear,

Is there mercy for me. will He heed my prayer 1

O God ! in the stream that for sinners did flow

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than Bnow.

Us&II&Rg.

DAN