Classic Poem

From the summit of the hills
I watched the waters fall.
In my heart the lamps lit up
and twinkled by the thousands.
In the water of that cascade
how great the hidden power!
How many electric lights
one could see burning in it.
But alas thus scattered
the water flows in vain,
and we ignore the secret gifts
that dwell inside it.
On the mountain peaks
of all our human hearts
are there not just such cascades
of clean free-flowing waters?
If only there were inside us
lovely cascades by the thousands —
oh but the pity of it!
the world is still dark.