I fell in love with Rudyard Kipling's "McAndrew's hymn", figuratively told by a veteran chief engineer in the late 1800's trying to nurse his engines/ship along a world voyage:
Poems - McAndrew's Hymn
I like "predestination in the stroke of your connecting rod". Who says poetry about machinery ain't beautiful? And this from a sailor no less. Give it a read and read the back notes linked at the bottom.