Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell

ten me a snowtuke, from heaven to

hell-

Fell, to be trampled as filth in tbe street

k eu to De seofled at, spit on and beat;

Praying,T!UTslng, wishing to die,

Selling my soul to whoever wonld buy,

wealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating tho living and fearing the dead.