A hundred years and more ago br A little child was born -- br To-day, with pomp of martial show, br We hail his natal morn. br br Who guessed as that poor infant wept br Upon a woman's knee, br A nation from the centuries stept br As weak and frail as he? br br Who saw the future on his brow br Upon that happy morn? br We are a mighty nation now br Because that child was born. br br To him, and to his spirit's scope, br Besides a glorious home, br We owe that what we have and hope br Are more than Greece and Rome.