O noble light, o noble lights! The babe has learned to crawl, and the virtues which we possess call continually to the poor and oppressed among us. I don't know when this cry may ease, but the Bugle tells us to buttress the hearts of these oppressed folk.
We are not to stay still upon our light, rather we are to make it burn brighter in our hearts. This is the day to make our character known in the hearts of the oppressed.