The poet wrote:
I met a stranger in the night, whose lamp had ceased to shine;
I paused and let him light his lamp from mine.
A tempest sprang up later on, and shook the world about,
And when the wind was gone, my lamp was out.
But back came to me the stranger—his lamp was glowing fine;
He held the precious flame and lighted mine.10
Perhaps the moral of this poem is simply that if you want to give a light to others, you have to glow yourself. – Thomas S. Monson, “For I Was Blind, but Now I See,” Ensign (CR) May 1999