AN ASTROLOGER'S SONG To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us While the Stars in their courses All thought, all desires, Are one with their fires, All fashion, all frame, Their strength from the same. (Oh, man that deniest All power save thine own, Is mightily shown. Not less in the lowest That power is made clear. Oh, man, if thou knowest, What treasure is here!) Earth quakes in her throes And we wonder for why! But the blind planet knows When her ruler is nigh; And, attuned since Creation To perfect accord, She thrills in her station And yearns to her Lord. The waters have risen, The springs are unboundThe floods break their prison, And ravin around. No rampart withstands 'em, Their fury will last, Till the Sign that commands 'em Sinks low or swings past. Through abysses unproven And gulfs beyond thought, Our portion is woven, Our burden is brought. Yet They that prepare it, Whose Nature we share, Make us who must bear it Well able to bear. Though terrors o'ertake us Save that which has made. Nor yet beyond reason Or hope shall we fall— All things have their season, And Mercy crowns all! Then, doubt not, ye fearful- Against us shall bide While the Stars in their courses Do fight on our side? |