Oh! the snow, the beaatiiul snow.

Filling the sky and the earth below;

Over the hoase-tops, orer the street.

Oxer the heads of the people you meet, i

' Dancing,' -

Flirting. ' :t.. " . ;

Skipping along:

Beautiful snow ! It can do no wrong;

Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,

Clinging to lips in a frolicksome freak; ,

Beautiful snow from the heavens above.

Pure as an angel, gentle as love.

Oh ! the snow, the beautiful snow,

How the flake gather and laurh as they go

Whirling about in their maddening fun,

It plays in its glee with every one,

Chasing,

Laughing,

: Hurrying by,

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye ;

And even the dogs with a bark and a bound,

Snip at the crystals that eddy aronnd ;

The town is alive and its heart in a glow ,

To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How wildly the crowd goes swaying along,

Hailing each other with humor 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 snow ;

Snow so pure as It falls from the sky, .

To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by;

To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet,

Till it blends with the filth of the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell,

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

Fell to be 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 T

And yet I was once like the beautiful snow I

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow, ,

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

Once 1'as loved for my innocent grace, ;

Flattered and sought for the charms of my face.

Father,

Mother,

- Sister, all, !

God and myself I have lost by my fall. '

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by, i

Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh

For all that is on or above me I know

There's nothing as pure as the beautiful snow.