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 matter, all spirit, All fashion, all frame, Receive and inherit 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 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, Till the Sign that commands 'em Through abysses unproven And gulfs beyond thought, Our portion is woven, Our burden is brought. A DOCTOR OF MEDICINE TH HEY were playing hide-and-seek with bicycle lamps after tea. Dan had hung his lamp on the apple tree at the end of the hellebore bed in the walled garden, and was crouched by the gooseberry bushes ready to dash off when Una should spy him. He saw her lamp come into the garden and disappear as she hid it under her cloak. While he listened for her footsteps, somebody (they both thought it was Phillips the gardener) coughed in the corner of the herb-beds. "All right," Una shouted across the asparagus; "we aren't hurting your old beds, Phippsey!" She flashed her lantern toward the spot, and in its circle of light they saw a Guy Fawkes-looking man in a black cloak and a steeple-crowned hat, walking down the path beside Puck. They ran to meet him, and the man said something to them about rooms in their head. After a time they understood he was warning them not to catch colds. "You've a bit of a cold yourself, haven't you?" said Una, for he ended all his sentences with a consequential cough. Puck laughed. |