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The Light - by Hattie Vose Hall
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- 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!
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