Though in my heart no Christmas glee, <br />Though my song-bird be dumb, <br />Jesus, it is enough for me <br />That thou art come. <br /> <br />What though the loved be scattered far, <br />Few at the board appear, <br />In thee, O Lord, they gathered are, <br />And thou art here. <br /> <br />And if our hearts be low with lack, <br />They are not therefore numb; <br />Not always will thy day come back- <br />Thyself will come!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-1884/
