God make my life a little light,
Within the world to glow—
A tiny flame that burneth bright,
Wherever I may go.
God make my life a little flower,
That bringeth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower,
Although its place be small.
God make my life a little song,
That comforteth the sad,
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.
M. Betham Edwards
XI
BELLS OF CHRISTMAS
Then let the holly red be hung,
And all the sweetest carols sung,
While we with joy remember them—
The journeyers to Bethlehem.