THOUGH in my heart no Christmas glee, Though my song-bird be dumb, Jesus, it is enough for me That thou art come. What though the loved be scattered far, Few at the board appear, In thee, O Lord, they gathered are, And thou art here. And if our hearts be low with lack, They are not therefore numb; Not always will thy day come back— Thyself will come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE SAND-MAN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |