Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Waterfall
A patch of meadow upland
         Reached by a mile of road,
Soothed by the voice of waters,
        With birds and flowers bestowed.

Hither I come for strength
        Which well it can supply,
For Love draws might from terrene force
        And potencies of sky.

The tremulous battery Earth
        Responds to the touch of man;
It thrills to the antipodes,
        From Boston to Japan.

The planets' child the planet knows
        And to his joy replies;
To the lark's trill unfolds the rose,
        Clouds flush their gayest dyes.

When Ali prayed and loved
        Where Syrian waters roll,
Upward the ninth heaven thrilled and moved;
        At the tread of the jubilant soul.