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.

- Henry Longfellow