toast (dread and butter)

I hope that all the nation on the Fourth will toast the honor
Of that thoughtful, careful jurist, Justice Sandra Day O'Connor.
Who'd ever think the Left would pine, the Right wing dance with glee
At the imminent departure of a Reagan appointee?
But come this Monday evening, when we all should feel as one,
The partisan can't help but dread the fight that's just begun.
The show of lights that fills the sky won't touch the nervous heart
That waits for Tuesday morning, when the fireworks will start.