My Friends Are Little Lamps to Me

​My Friends Are Little Lamps to Me
 
My friends are little lamps to me,
     Their radiance warms and cheers my ways.
And all my pathway dark and lone
     Is brightened by their rays.
 
I try to keep them bright by faith,
     And never let them dim with doubt,
For every time I lose a friend
     A little lamp goes out.
 
by Elizabeth Whittemore: as published in “Harper’s Magazine” (1923)