On observing the light of two lamps in the
Town form a Triangle with a conspicuous
Star in the Evening Sky.

Two lights below and one above—
Two lights that lead astray,
And one that points to blissful rest
After life’s feverish day.

False Lights of Earth! that shine to lure
The wayworn traveller on,
Till in some lonely wild he sinks
And lies in darkness down.

Fair star of night! thy friendly ray,
To erring man is given,
The finger-post of Deity
Marking the road to Heaven!