listened to hear

the lamentation that rings up from those

far depths? " Once I was pure as the

snow, but I fell, Fell like a tmowflake,

from heaven to hell; Fell, to be

trampled as filth of the street, -Pell,

tQ be scoffed at, and spit on, and beat.

Pleading, and cursing, and begging to

die, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy; Dealing in shame for a morsel of

bread, Bating the living and fearing the

dead.