To help them by the means of this great light,
He poured his whole heart’s service into it,
And sent his love down the long beams that lit
The waste of broken water in the night.
He loved his kind, and joyed to see the ships
Come out of nowhere into his bright field,
And glide by safely with their living men,
Past him and out into the dark again,
To other hands their freight of joy to yield.
His work was noble and his work was done;