My Candle’s Spent
Anonymous
My candle’s spent!
‘Tis fit
That I be sad.
Yet am I glad
That ere it went
It lit another’s.
And though men flee
My noisome reek,
I dare avow
That some will seek,
And all shall see,
The flame that’s now
Some brother’s.
And ev’n my candlestick,
Removèd from its place,
Shall get by grace
Odorous fats,
Unfailing wick,
And chase
The darkness thick,
When set upon a stand
By no man’s hand,
But by One Other’s.
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