Thinking of the lighting of the lamps after she had been safely tucked in, I tried to make her a little song about it. I don't think she will like it as much as she liked the actual lighting of the lamps, but in years to come it may remind her of that delightful spectacle. THE LAMPLIGHTER From lamp to lamp, from street to street, He speeds with faintlier echoing feet, A pause--a glint of light! And, lamp by lamp, with stars he marks his round. So Love, when least of Love we dream, Comes in the dusk with magic gleam. A pause--a touch--so slight! And life with clear celestial lights is crowned. End of Project Gutenberg's A Child's Book of Saints, by William Canton