" Once I was pure as the snow, but I

foil- ' Fell, like the snowflakes from

heaven to hell j Fell to be trampled as

filth in the street ; ,( Fell to be

scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.

Pleading, cursing, dreading to die- -. i

8elling my soul to whoever would buy ¡ !

Sealing in shame for a morsel of

breadHating the living and fearing the

dead ; Merciful God 1 have I fallen so

low And yet I was once like the

beautiful snow. " Once I was fair as the

tbo beautitnl snow, With an eye like its

crystal and heart like its glowOnce I

was loved for my innocent grace,

Flattered and sougnt for the charms of

my face ; Father, mother, sister, and

all God and myself 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

about me I know Thero is 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 I How strange it would be, when night

comes again. If the snow and the ice

struck my desperate brain L Fainting,

freezing, dying alone ; Too wicked for

prayer, too weak for a moan To be heard

in the streets of the crar.y town. Gone

mad in the joy of the snow coming down ;

To lie and to die in my terrible woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful

snow ; " Helpless and toni as the

trampled snow, Sinner, despair not,

Christ stoopeth low To re.cue the soul

lrom its s<n and its pain, And taise it

to lifo and enjoyment again ; Groaning,

bleeding, djing for thee, The Crucified

being on the acourted trco ; Hie accents

of mercy fall soft »n thine ear 1b there

mercy for mel-Will He heed my prayer ! O

God 1 in the stream that for sinners

doth flow, ' Wash me and I shall be

wh.ter than snow.' " The Dean of Syuney

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