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.
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Descriptive Poems: I. Personal: Great Writers