Hans Christian Andersen,
The Candles
“ No wax candle can shine like those child-eyes! So the tallow candle was laid beneath the basket-lid and the boy went away with it."I wonder where I am going now! thought the candle. "I am on my way to poor people; perhaps I shall get a brass holder, while the wax-candle sits in silver and sees the most elegant people. How delightful it must be to shine before the grand folk. But it is my lot to be tallow, not wax!" And the candle came to the poor people, a widow with three children in a little low room right opposite the rich house. ”

