Watching the festive sight:
And a beggar in rags and tatters,
Listening, shook his fist;
“What right have they to be merry
When my little ones starve?” he hissed.
And the people his words repeated:
“What right, to be sure?” they said,
“Flaunting in silks and diamonds
While our little ones cry for bread.”
And ever, as thus they murmured,