Oh, the snow, the

beautiful snow, Filling the sty and the

earth below, Over the house-tops over

the street; Over the heads of the people

you meet; Dancing, flirting, skimming

along; Beautiful snow it can do nothing

wrong. Flying to kiss some fair lady's

cheek, dinging to lips in a frolicsome

freak. Beautiful snow from Heaven above,

Pare as an angel gentle as love. Oh, the

Bnow, the beautiful snow, How the flakes

gather and langh as they go ; Whirling

about in their maddening fun, It plays

in its glee with everyone. Chasing,

laughing, hurrying by, Alights on the

face and sparkles the eye ; And 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 coming of beautiful snow.

How wildly the crowd goes swaying along,

Sailing each other with humor and song;

How the gay sledges like meteors flash

by, Bright for a moment then lost to the

eye ; Kinging, swinging, dashing they

go, Over the crash of the beautiful

snow. Snow so pure when it falls from

the sky As to make one regret to see it

He To be trampled and tracked by

thousands of feet, TJntQ it blends with

the filth of the street. Once I was pure

as the suow, but I fell Pell like a snow

flake from Heaven to Hell; Fell to be

trampled as filth in the street ; Fell

to be scoft at, spit on, and beat;

Pleading, cursing, fearing to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

J Merciful God, have I fallen so low ?

And yet I was once like the beautiful

snow. | Yes; I was once like the

beautiful suow, J Tilth an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its glow. Once I

was loved for my innocent grace,

Flattered and sought for the charms of

my face. Father,-mother, sister, all,

God and myself have I 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 is notkiDg so pure as

the beautiful snow. How strange it

should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to

go ; How strauge it would be if when

night comes again TheJ snow and the ice

struck my desperate brain, Fainting,

freezing, dying alone, Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan; To Le heard

in the street of this crazy town, Gone

mad in the joy of the snow coming down.

To be and to die is my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow. Helpless and foul as the trampled

snow, Sinner despair not for Christ

stoopefch low To rescue the soul that is

lost in its sin, And raise it to life

and enjoyment again. Groaning, bleeding,

dying for thee, The crucified being on

the accursed tree ; His accents of mercy

fall soft on mine ear. Is their mercy

for me, will he heed my prayer ? Oh God,

in the stream that for 6inners did flow

Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.