Upon the porch the lantern swings,
Its yellow light on evening brings;
A quiet glow that fills the air,
And makes the darkness soft and fair.
The children laugh and wander near,
The dogs come home with friendly cheer;
The world, though bustling all around,
Seems still beneath this lantern’s bound.
A simple thing, yet it imparts
A joy that warms all human hearts;
And in its steady, constant flame,
We find a small, enduring claim.