Moth of Light

We'd just lost another child to the night,

We'd lost our little hope,

Our future delight.

Our moth of hope,

Our moth of light.

I sat in the darkness,

In the night,

Without hope,

Lost of light.

Then there was a knock on the door,

And I arose with a fright,

To open the door,

Where our little moth flew in,

Flew in in the night,

With a thrilling light,

Come to say,

He'd be there another night.

R.L.J.