Now I have seen the lights of foreign ports —
Strange constellations to my wondering eyes —
And gazed on glittering golden royal courts,
Bright mirrors of the sun beneath the skies.
And in the warmth of homes in frozen lands
By glowing hearth fires I have broken bread,
And in the northern sky I’ve seen the dance
That living flames in strange wild measures tread.
But giving sweeter pleasure than them all
A comforter this night appears ahead,
And comes to meet me with her welcome call —
That light I see is burning in my hall.
That light we see is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
~The Merchant of Venice, Act V. Scene i.