I think I'd like you better, Star,
If you were not so high and far,
So many friendly things are found
Quite near the ground.
I wonder if I saw you near
Would you appear
So very fine; I hope you would
Be just as pretty, bright, and good—
Not like some that only are
Fine and true when seen from far.
I have a little candle light,
Friendly, simple, good and bright,—
I love it for it shines at night
Upon the stairs
And waits, still shining, till my prayers
Are said
And I'm about to jump to bed;
I say, "Good-night,
Dear candle light."
I think I'd like you better, Star,
If you were only not so far.
