THE
SNOW < ' (from die ¿latí Zdilt. Zxprcssj
. O ' the snow, the beautiful snow, A x
Filling tho sky and the earth below,
Over the housetops. o\ cr the street, '<
lOvcr meheads ol the people you meet, ,
i ->? ' Dancing, . r . Skimming nloug, *
' Beautiful «now! it can d6 nothing
wrong, t Flying to kiss a fair lady s
check, li s
Clingmgtolipsmafiolicsomofrcnk,
beautiful snow from the heavens above,
Pure as au angel and lloklo as love I .
<fi 01 thfrenow, the beautiful snow!
,..,"How tho flakes eather and laugh as
they go, Whirling abouttn its muddoning
fun, » "" Itphhsln'itsglecwlth every one
x'\ i Chasing, ¿tiiii Laughing, \ »
llumingby, *? It lights up the face and
It sparkles the eye, »it*1 ( And even
the dogs with a bark and a bound, > i
Snap at the crystals that eddj around ,
, The town is nfive, and its heart in
aglow, i\1 lo welcome the coming ol tht
btuutilulBiiow 1 . How tho wild crowd
goesswnj ing along, I. , llal|lng each
other with humour and song! ' Ho>\ the
gay sledges Uko meteors llash by, *" \
Bright tor tho moment. Ultu lost to tho
eye, «! i * . Kinging i j, " o Swinging,
. . . Uusliing they go , 0\cr the crust
of the beautiful »now, > ' ' Snow so
burt when it falls from the kj, * t <
To.be trampled in mud bj Hie crowd
rushing by , To he trampled stud trucked
by the thousands ol feet, Tin it blends
with tho horrible illili ot the street »
) » Once I was pure as the snow -but I
fell i ( roll,Uko the suow Uakia, from
Heaven to Hell Fçll, to be trampled as
filth iu the street1 " i ¿11, to be
scoffed, to be spit on and beat,
l'leadiug, t Cursing, , Dreading to die
" Selling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dealing iu shdmc for a morsel ol bi ead,
llaäng the living and (taring the dead
Merciful God I have I lallen so lou °
And yet I was once like this beautiful
snow ! Once I was fair as the biautlAil
snow, ,. » 1th an ey o like its cry stuN
u heart like its glow, Once I « as loved
for my iunocent grace -' Flattered and
sought for the charms of my face Father,
s Mother, . Sister, mid nil, , God, and
my self, I hav c lost by my fall, ' Í he
veriest w retch that goes ani\ i nng by
» Will take a wide sweep lest I »-under
too nigh, For all that is on or about mc
1 know There is nothing that a pure but
the beautiful snow How strange it should
bo that this bcautliul snow Should fall
ou a sinner with nowhere to go If the
snow and the ico struok my desperate
brain ! How strange it nould be when tho
night comes again Faulting, i Freezing
Dying alone I Too wicked for prayer, too
weak for my moan To be heard in the
crash of the crazy town, Gone mad In
their joy at the snow s coming down, To
lie and to die in my terrible woe. With
a bed and a shroud ot the beautiful snow