[Written for the Sentinel]

Christmas Giving

Should we but once in all the long full year
Bestow some token of the love we bear,—
Love with each day new born, more sweet, more fair;
Born with youth's eagerness to speak, to hear,
To give, to take its proper meed of cheer?
Should we forbear from each day's store to spare
Thoughts such as blossom into deeds more rare
Than costly gems brought when the year's grown sear?
He whom we claim to honor filled each day
With Love's unfading tokens. May not we
More often scatter gifts along the way?
Such gifts as he then gave I would for thee
Each day upon some transient altar lay,
That we the ever present Christ might see.

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"An opening wedge"
December 4, 1915

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