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From The Madras pioneer.

1909-02-25 |

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Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell;

Fell, like the snowtlakcs, from heaven

to hell;

Fell, to be trampled as the filsh of the

street ;

Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on and

beat;

Pleading, cursing, dreading to die,

cut . . . j

oewug my soui io wnoever .wouiu ouy. I inr nl I 4 V T

Dealing In shame for a morsel of bread, tJAbt fcJALL OUULb

xiauiig uie living anu rearing tne aeau.

Merciful God, have I fallen so low

And 3-et I was once like this beautiful

snow?

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