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 beams above the seas.