When God's own child came down to earth, <br />High heaven was very glad; <br />The angels sang for holy mirth; <br />Not God himself was sad! <br /> <br />Shall we, when ours goes homeward, fret? <br />Come, Hope, and wait on Sorrow! <br />The little one will not forget; <br />It's only till to-morrow!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-father-to-a-mother/
