Just A Flickering Flame In Our Short Life
We are but a Flickering Flame —
In a Brief — uncertain — Light —
That leans against Eternity —
Then vanishes — from Sight —
Yet while the little Lantern burns —
It warms the Hands of Men —
And leaves upon the Darkened Air —
A Glow — remembered — then —
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