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,