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...