To My Little One
by Ethel Romig Fuller

I, your guiding star? Ah, no.

You, the light by which I go-

The candle with the bright, small wick,

Whereof I am the candlestick.

In His wisdom, One once said,

"By a child you shall be led."

(I had no way of knowing how

Beautiful this truth, till now.)

O precious little beacon, burn

Along my course, until I learn

In all humility to be

Splendid as your faith in me.

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