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A candle let me be to shine
before the manger; Let me stay
as a burning sign
to all who pass along this way…
So that some poor wandering stranger
may see my light and come,
leave earth’s streets and find a manger
that is all men’s home.
Then let my wax drip to the floor
with the love I bring;
Only when I am no more
will I be everything!
In this cycle of poems, each person, animal, and object at the stable sings for the child.