‘TWAS but a little light she bore,

While standing at the open door;

A little light, a feeble spark,

And yet it shone out through the dark

With cheerful ray, and gleamed afar

 As brightly as the polar star.

A little light, a gentle hint,

That falls upon the page of print,

May clear the vision, and reveal

The precious treasures doubts conceal,

And guide men to an open door,

Where they new regions may explore.

A little light dispels the gloom

That gathers in the shadowed room,

Where want and sickness find their prey,

And night seems longer than the day,

And hearts with many troubles cope

And feebler glows the spark of hope.

Oh, sore the need that some must know

While journeying through this vale of woe!

Dismayed, disheartened, gone astray,

Caught in the thickets by the way.

For lack of just a little light

To guide their wandering steps aright.

It may be little we can do

To help another, it is true;

But better is a little spark

Of kindness, when the way is dark.

Than one should walk in paths forbidden

For lack of light we might have given.

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