BEAUTIFUL SNOW. Oh !

the snow, the beautiful enow, Pillimr

tho sky aud earth below ; Over tho

housetops, over the street, Over tho

hoads of thc people you meet, Drncing,

flirting, skimming along; Beautiful

snow! it can clo nothing wrong Plyinsr

to kiss a fair lady's cheek, Clinging to

lips in r. frolicsome freak; Learitiful

snow from the Heavens abovo, Parc as au

angel, gentle as love ! Oh ! the snow,

tho beautiful snow, How tho (lakes

gather and laugh as thoy go, "Whirling

about in their maddening fun, It plays

in it3 glee with every onoChasing,

laughing, hurrying by, It lights on tho

facts and sparkles tho eye, And the

dogs, with a bark and a bound, Snap at

tho crystals that ediiy aroundThe town

is alive and its heart's in a glow To

welcome tho coming of thc beautiful

snow. How widely tho crowd goes swaying

along, Hailing each other with humour

und soug I How the gay dodges like

meteors flash by, Bright for a moment,

then lost to tho eye ¡ Ringing,

swinging, dashing they go, Over the

crust of the beautiful snow Snow so pure

when it falls from tho sky, As to make

one regret to ssc it lie, To be trampled

aud tracked by tho thousands of fcot,

Till it blsnds with tho iilth of tho

street. Once I was pure as tho snow, but

I fell, Poll Uko tho snow flakes from

Heaven to hell ; Poll to ho trampled ns

tilth in tho ttreet ; Pell to he

scoffed, to bo spit on and. beat.

Pleading, cursing, dreading to dio,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shanie for a morsol ot bread,

Hating the living, and fearing thc dead.

Merciful God I have I fallen KO low? And

yet I was once like thc beautiful snow.

Onco I was fair as tho beautiful suow,

AVith sn oye Uko its crystal, a heart

like its glow ; Once 1 was loved for my

iunoecnt grace Plattorert and sought for

tho charms of my face j Father, mother,

sister, and all, God, and myself, I havo

lost by my fall ; The veriest wretch

that goos shivering by Will make a wide

swoop, lost I wander too nigh, Por all

that is on or abovo me, I know There's

nothing so pure as tho beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this

beautiful snow Should fall on a sinner

with nowhere to go j How strange it

should be, whi.ii night comes again, If

tho snow and tho iee struck my desperate

brain j Faluting, freezing, dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a

moan To bc heard in tho struot of tho

crazy town, Gone mad in the joy of the

snow coming down To be and to die in my

terrible woo, "With a bed and a shroud

of tho beautiful sa Helpless and foul as

tho trampled snow, Sinuer, despair not !

Christ stoopoth low To rescue the soul

that is lost in its sin, And to raise it

to lifo and enjoyment again. Groaning,

bleeding, dying for thee, Tho crucified

hung on tho accursed troo, His accents

of mercy fell soft on thine car ls thero

mercy for mo ? Will ho hoed my prayor ?

Oh Godl in the stream that for sinners

did How, "Wash me, and I shall be whiter

than snow.