The dangerous slide, the snow-ball fray.
But come, thou genial Son of Spring,
Whitsuntide! and with thee bring
Cricket, nimble boy and light,
In slippers red and drawers white,
Who o’er the nicely-measur’d land
Ranges around his comely band,
Alert to intercept each blow,
Each motion of the wary Foe.
Or patient take thy quiet stand,