{From My Commonplace}

And Nature, the old Nurse, took 

The child upon her knee, 

Saying, "Here is a story book 

Thy father hath written for thee. 

"Come wander with me," she said, 

"Into regions yet untrod, 

And read what is still unread 

In the Manuscripts of God." 

And he wandered away and away 

With Nature, the dear old Nurse, 

Who sang to him night and day 

The rhymes of the universe. 

by Longfellow, from Kingsley's The Water Babies