Christmas, 1914

Let us forget at this sad Christmastide
All but the Babe who in his manger lay —
God's Son who came that peace might reign alway
And love be Lord. Though Him they crucified.

Aye but He died not vainly. Cruelty died
All down the ages, and the Babe held sway
In true men's hearts, so that the stronger they,
So much the more they crushed their strength and pride.

Until a race that had forgot the Christ
Arose, saying, "Behold we are mighty men,
As once of old let Might be Right again". . .
Oh, Babe, hath not Thy life, Thy death sufficed?

Let us forget . . . nay let us rather wake
And strike them down for Christ's and all babes' sake.