Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”
Came the boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow, piled white and deep;
Past the woman so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way,
Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses’ feet
Should knock her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop—