Carlyle and Emerson

A bale-fire kindled in the night,
By night a blaze, by day a cloud,
With flame and smoke all England woke,—
It climbed so high, it roared so loud:

While over Massachusetts’ pines
Uprose a white and steadfast star;
And many a night it hung unwatched,—
It shone so still, it seemed so far.

But Light is Fire, and Fire is Light;
And mariners are glad for these,—
The torch that flares along the coast,
The star that beams above the seas.