I longed to be a star,
Or else aflaming fire,
That all men, near and far,
Might marvel and admire.
But God said, “No my child,
Splendor is not for thee;
I want you for my tallow to dip,
To burn for me.
Burning in the wind,
Burning in the dust,
With a steadfast flame
Of belief and trust.
Never letting doubt
Blow your clear flame out.
Candle in the mist,
Shining true and bright;
Guiding wanderers home again,
Through the stormy night.
-Shine, little light, shine on,
Till dark is lost in dawn.”
This is from A Candle in the Mist by Florence Means.
