"Arcturus" is his other name — I`d rather call him "Star." It`s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day — A "Savant" passing by Murmured "Resurgam" — "Centipede"! "Oh Lord — how frail are we"! I pull a flower from the woods — A monster with a glass Computes the stamens in a breath — And has her in a "class"! Whereas I took the Butterfly Aforetime in my hat — He sits erect in "Cabinets" — The Clover bells forgot. What once was "Heaven" Is "Zenith" now — Where I proposed to go When Time`s brief masquerade was done Is mapped and charted too. What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I`m ready for "the worst" — Whatever prank betides! Perhaps the "Kingdom of Heaven`s" changed — I hope the "Children" there Won`t be "new fashioned" when I come — And laugh at me — and stare — I hope the Father in the skies Will lift his little girl — Old fashioned — naught — everything — Over the stile of "Pearl."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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