From HE Christian Register.
THE SNOW FLAKES.
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Ye are falling to earth from your ancient domaln'


We arc shrouding her bosom in triumph again;


We are sweeping on with the wintry blast!


Yc are ruling all-but your sway cannot last
Pile ye up! pile ye up your crest OF white
As ye fall, and mingle your wreaths OF lie;
lYe are welcome, welcome to rest on the earth'
But tell us the place of your icy birth
ave come from those clouds that are ioatne on
high,


Still tlarkning the face ofthe cold blue sky'


The chill breath of winter but scattered our tram,
10 ningle anew on this earthly domain
We would gladly descend in unerring array,
But the tempests of heaven will blow us astray!
We must follow them still where'er they may
guide,
To the shade that we love OF the sunny hill side.
Like man we remain but moment below,
And are subject like him to each blast that may
blow;


Like him we ascend rejoicing on high,
To the place Of our birth in the sapphire sky. .