to the voice that

comes up. front the far depths :

"Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell.

Fell like a snow-flake from heaven to hell ;

Fell to be trampled as the filth of the street,

Fell to be scoffed at, be spit on and beat ;

Pleading,' cursing desiring to die,

Belling my soul to whoever would buy ;

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing the deadJ' i