” The orb I like is not the one 

That dazzles with its lightning gleam; 

That dares to look upon the sun, 

As though it challenged brighter beam. 

That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll; 

Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly; 

But not for me: I prize the soul 

That slumbers in a quiet eye. “

~ Eliza Cook, The Quiet Eye