, - :i

:bbautiful snow. i On tho enow, the

beautiful snow, ITUling tbo sty and

o&rth bolow — . Over tne hansotops and

over tlio stroot, Over the heads or the

peoplo yon moot, Dancingf, fUrti&ff,

alrimioing along, Beautiful snow it can

do no wrong. Flying to Mas a fair lady's

cheok. Clinginff to lips in frolicsome

freak. . -Beautiful snow from hoavon

above, Furo as on angel, gentle us lovo.

| Oh the brow, tno bountiful enow, | How

tho flakes gather and laugh as thoy go,

'?; 'Whirling abont in mnddoning fan. ?j

Chasing, laughing, harrying by— ? It

UgbS on the foco, and it sparkles tho

eye ; I .And tho dogs, with n bark and

tt bound, | Snap nt tbo oryetala as they

eddy around. * She town is nfivo and its

heart in a glow i Ho welcome- tho coming

o! ' Beautiful Bnow.' | .Bow the wild

crowd go«s swaying along, ,i 7 Hailing

eaoh other with humor and song, --..S.

How the gay aloighs liko motcors flash

by, Bright for the moment, thon lost to

the eye— I Singing, swinging, dashing

thoy go, I Over tho crest of ^*

Boantifol Snow' — i Snow so ptiro whon

it falls from tho sky 1 To do trampled

and tracked by thousands of feet, - Till

it blonds with tho filth of tho horriblo

streot. i

OnooIwaspnroasthoisnow.butlfeU— i Fell

Jikq tho enow-flake— from heaven to

holl. ]- - Follto betxamplod like filth

in tho street, : fell to scoffed, to bo

spit on, and boat— ; Pleading, cursing,

dreading to dio, ; Belling my soul to

whoever would bny. ? Sealing in shame

for a morsel of bread, Hatlae the

living, and fearing tho dead. Merciful

God, have I fallen bo low, 1 And yet I

was once liko the ' Beautiful Bnow.' ,

Once I was fair as tho ' Boautifcd Snow'

; \ With an eye liko a crystal, a heart

liko its glow. ; I Onco I was loved for

my innocent grace, Flattered and sought

for tho charms of my faco. ? Esthers,

mothers, sisters, all, : Ood and myself

I have lost by my fall. 1 Sffca veriest

wretch that goes shivering by Win make a

wide berth feat I wander too nigh. Jter

of all that's on earth or above I know

*E2as« i* nothing so pore as tho '

Beautiful Saoir.' Ecwfcsage it should bo

that tho 'Beautifnl.Snow,' Eiccii £ail

on a aizmer with nowhere to go.

Eowssasgeitshould bo when the night

comes again IS t2» s=ow wish the ice

struck my deaperato brain— Jtajncas.

freezing, dying alone. tTtw Yiicfad fcx

prayer, too weak for a moan To ba heard

ia tie streets of tho crazy town. Gcno

mad wish the joy of the snow coming

down. To be and to dia in my terrible

woe. With, a bed and a shroud of the '

Beautiful Snow.' Helplwsand foul as the

trampled snow, . Einner dsspair not —

Christ stoopeth low To rescue the soul

lost in sin, And raise it to life and

enjoyment again. Groaning, bleeding,

dying for theo, The eruouled hung on tho

'cursed tree, His accents of mercy fall

soft on my ear — lathero mercy for me,

will he heed my weak prayer ? Oh God, in

itho stream that for sinners did flow,

.-TVaah mo and 1 shall be whiter ftm

snow.