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.
Montgomery Schuyler.