Hey, Good Advice!

Don't try to see through one another but see one another through.

How Does It Go?

Does anyone know all the words to this poem? I'd sure like to have them if you do.

 I met a friend in the night

Whose lamp had ceased to shine

I paused and let her light

Her lamp from mine.

A storm came up in the night

And shook the world about

And when the storm was gone 

My lamp was out.

But back to me that friend came

Her lamp was glowing fine

She paused and lighted mine.