On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
by Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Thoreau was a Transcendentalist, a member of the group of writers whose impact on 19th century Unitarianism was profound and, at the time, controversial. Subsequent generations of Unitarians embraced Transcendentalist views of the Divine.