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The Light~ by Hattie Vose Hall
I am the light, holding
Nightly my torch on high;
Under me surge the waters,
Over me bends the sky.
Year after year I stand here
Holding my steady light,
Sending its ray of comfort
Into the darkest night.
Many a man has served me,
Tending the Light with care,
Many a vanished footstep
Passed by my winding stair.
Years pass and men pass with them,
Never my light grows dim,
One hands the torch to another,
Others will follow him.
So are the centuries moving,
Still serving men am I,
Constant through gales of winter
Calm beneath summers sky.
Lights are the hope of seamen,
Warning of rock and shoal,
We are the danger-stations,
We are the sea-patrol!
