We are the keepers of that steadfast light
that guides people's course and destiny.
Not ours the skill directing over the sea
the might beams that blaze the path aright
Ours but the hands that, serving, keep it bright.
The bringers of the oil, the workers we
toil that its radiance may pierce the night.
Above us are the wills that guide and turn.
It is not ours to watch nor question these:
Ours but to see each wick is trimmed to fit
lest on a night of storms it fails to burn
and a Great Ship goes down in awful seas.
O Keepers of the light, keep faith with us.