To a Candle, tall and white,
Comes a wonder (from above):
A flame, like a guiding Light,
When the Saxon learns to love.

And a world, once grim and dark,
Sunk in clouds of sullen fear,
Rejoices to see the spark
in his eyes, so bright and clear!

Like a lion, poised to leap,
Or a sweetly-singing dove
Who watches (while others sleep)
from a tower lit by love;

Like the sun, he shares a fate
(Once a shadowed world revolves)
To shine, until gloomy hate,
Like a morning mist, dissolves;

And the rule of Christ on earth
(which the prophets much spoke of)
Arrives, like a blessed birth --
When the Saxon learns to love,

When the Saxon BURNS with love!