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.

-Annette Wynne-