THE LIGHTHOUSE
Above the rocks, above the wavesShines the strong light that warns and saves.So you, too high for storm or strife,Light up the shipwreck of my life.
The lighthouse warns the wise, but theseNot only sail the stormy seas;Towards the light the foolish steerAnd, drowning, read its meaning, dear.
And, if the lamp by chance allureSome foolish ship to death, be sureThe lamp will to itself protest:"His be the blame! I did my best!"
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