The living Heaven thy prayers respect, <br />House at once and architect, <br />Quarrying man's rejected hours, <br />Builds therewith eternal towers; <br />Sole and self-commanded works, <br />Fears not undermining days, <br />Grows by decays, <br />And, by the famous might that lurks <br />In reaction and recoil, <br />Makes flame to freeze and ice to boil; <br />Forging, through swart arms of Offence, <br />The silver seat of Innocence.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiritual-laws/
