England. Oh! the snow,

the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and

the earth below; Over the housetops,

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 a fair

lady's cheek, Clinging to lips in a

frolicsome freak Beautiful snow from the

Heavens above, Pure as an angel, gentle

as love! Oh! the snow, the beautiful

snow, How the flakes gather and laugh as

they go , Whirling about in their

maddening fun, It plays in its glee with

everyoneChasing, laughing, hurrying by,

It lights on the face and sparkles the

eye. And the dogs, with a bark and a

bound, Snap at the crystals that eddy

aroundThe town is alive and its heart in

a glow To welcome the coming of the

beautiful snow. How wildly the crowd

goes swaying along, Iailing each other

with humor and song! How the gay sledges

like meteors flash by, Bright for a

moment; then lost tothe eye ;

"?Ahgi?h-g'; d'viigOlng,`dashin'g: they

go,.. Over the crust of the beautiful

snow-Snow so pure when it falls from the

sky, As to make one regret to see it

lie, To be trampled and tracked by the

thousands of feet. Till it blends with

the filth of the street. 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.

Pleading, cursing, dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Ilating 'the living and fearing the

dead. Merciful God ! have I fallen so

low ? And yet 1 was once like the

beautiful snow ! Once I was fair as the

beautiful snow, With an eye like its

crystal, a heart like its glow; Once I

was loved for my innocent graceFlattered

and sought for the charms of my face;

Father,'mother, sister, and all; God

dnudmyself, I have 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's nothing so pure as the

beautiful snow. How.strange it should be

that this beautiful snow Should fall on

a sinner with nowhere to go; Howe

strange it should be, when night comes

again If tlie snow and the ice struck my

desperate brain ! Fainting, freezing,

dying alone, Too. wicked for prayer, too

weak for a moan To be heard in the

street of the crazy towsn, Gone mad in

the joy of the snow coming down; To be

and to die in my terrible woo, With a:

bid and a'shroud of the beautiful suow.'

nelpless and foul as tue trampleu snow,

Sinner, despair not! Christ stoopeth 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 hung on the accursed

tree, His accents of mercy fell soft on

thino'earIs there mercy for me? Will He

heed my prayer ? Oh God ! in the stream

that for sinners did flow, Wash me, and

I shallbe whiter than snow.