The Little Light.

The Little Light.
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The light shone on the headland.
For the storm was raging high:
I shaded my eyes from the inner glare,
And gazed on the west, gray sky.
it was dark and lowering, on the sea
The waves were booming loud.
And the snow and the plercing winter sleet Wove over all a shroud.
“God pity the men on the sex tonight,”
I said to my little ones.
And we shuddered as we heard afar
The sound of minute guris,
My good man came in, in his fishing cost
(He was wet and cold that night),
And he said. “There’ll lots of ships so down
On the headland rocks tonight.

Let the lamp burn all might mother,”
Cried little Mary then: ”
“Tis but a little light, but still
It might save drowning men.”
“Oh, nonsense!”” cried her father (he
Was tired and cross that night);
“The headland lighthouse was enough,
And he put out the light.

That night on the rocks below us
A noble ship went down
But one was saved from the ghastly wreck,
The rest were left to drown
“We steered by a little light,” he said.
“Till we saw it sink from view:
If they’d only a left that light all night
My mates might have been here, too!”

Then little Mary sobbed aloud.
Her father blushed for shame;
“‘Twas our light that you row,” he said,
“And I’m the one to blame
‘Twas a little light-how small a thing,
And trifting was its cost.
Yet for want of it a
And a ship went down hundred souls were lost