Light of Knowledge

Child: Gone is the morn and come is the night. All pretty things are out of sight. I wait for the morn that ends in vain. The night goes on and that is the bane. Eyes don’t see what they should Or the world hides all that is good? Is this the world or am I blind Tell me, mother, what do you find? Mother: Eyes on the face don’t ever show If the light inside burns very low. Light is knowledge; kindle it. Night is ignorance; fight it. Hold the lamp for you and me And for the world to rightly see. Then we don’t lose the morn. The night is gone and the light is on.