Bright for a moment then lost to the

eye

Kinging Swinging Dashing they go

Over the crust of the beautiful snow

Snow so pure when it falls from the sky

As to make one regret to see it lie

To be trampled and tracked by the thou-

sands of feet

Till it blends with the filth in the hor-

rible street

Once I was pure as the snow but I fell

Fell like the snow flakes fromheaven to

hell

Fell to be trampled as filth in the street

Fell to be scoffed to be spit on and beat

Pleading Cursing Dreading to die

Selling my soul to whoever would buy

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread

Hating the living and fearing the dead

Merciful God Have I fallen so low

And yet I was once like the beautiful

snow