(For Aline) Because The Road Was Steep And Long And Through A Dark And Lonely Land, God Set Upon My Lips A Song And Put A Lantern In My Hand. Through Miles On Weary Miles Of Night That Stretch Relentless In My Way My Lantern Burns Serene And White, An Unexhausted Cup Of Day. O Golden Lights And Lights Like Wine, How Dim Your Boasted Splendors Are. Behold This Little Lamp Of Mine; It Is More Starlike Than A Star!