POEM: To Saturn on Saturnalia
Old father, world father, crowned with rings,
time father, food father, father of kings,
fructifier of Ops, begetter of Jove,
grandfather who rules from beyond, not above,
Saturn, we hail thee as we exchange gifts,
whose name in this darkening season uplifts
for those who remember the peace of your reign:
May justice with kindness and peace come again
as we await the conquering Child
whose aeon, like yours, will be gentle and mild.
Ave, Saturne! Io, Saturnalia!