CANDLES THAT BURN.
Candles that bum for a November birthday, - Wreathed round with asters and with goldenrod. As you go upward in your radiant dying Carry my prayer to God.
Tell Him she is so small and so rebellious, Tell Him her words are music on her lips, Tell Him I love her in her wayward beauty Down to her fingertips.
Ask Him to keep her brave and true and lovely. Vivid and happy, gay as she is now; Ask Him to let no shadow touch her beauty. No sorrow mar her brow. /
All the sweet Saints that came for her baptising, Tell them I pray them to be always near; Ask them to keep her little feet from stumbling, Her gallant heart from fear.
Candles that bum for a November birthday, Set round with asters and with goldenrod, As you go upward in your radiant dying Carry my prayer to God.
—Aline Kilmer, in Current Opinion.
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New Zealand Tablet, 28 August 1919, Page 37
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157CANDLES THAT BURN. New Zealand Tablet, 28 August 1919, Page 37
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