Christmas, 1920

From a goblet of rarest and richest red gold,
Encrusted with jewels of value untold,
All flowing and glowing with nectar of wine,
Distilled from the spirits of souls sweet and fine
As these sons and daughters whose deeds I rehearse,
With zeal all-consuming, though halting my verse--
I drink to my Race on this epochal morn,
Remembering the Christ-child who came lowly-born,--
Was despised, crucified and rejected of men,
But now to whom honor and glory--Amen!