And, with a breath of air,
Extinguished its soft, cheerful light,
And made all darkness there.
“And soon I heard a sweet-toned voice,
To which I love to hark,
Cry, ‘Mother, take me in your arms!
I’m frightened in the dark!’
And then I caught the sweet boy up,
And felt him clasp me tight,
And knew that I was needed then,