An Astrologer's Song
Rudyard Kipling
1865 to 1936
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To the Heavens above us
O look and behold
Planets that love us
All harnessed in gold!
What chariots, what horses
Against us shall bide
While the Stars their courses
Do fight on our side?
All thought, desires,
That are under the sun,
Are one with fires,
As we also are one:
All matter, all spirit,
All fashion, all frame,
Receive and inherit
Their strength the same.
(Oh, man that deniest
All power save own,
Their power in the highest
Is mightily shown.
less in the lowest
That power is made clear.
Oh, man, if thou knowest,
What treasure is here!)
quakes in her throes
And we wonder for why!
the blind planet knows
When her ruler is nigh;
And, attuned since Creation
To perfect accord,
She thrills in station
And yearns to her Lord.
The waters have risen,
The springs are unbound—
The floods break their prison,
ravin around.
No rampart withstands 'em,
Their fury will last,
Till the Sign that commands 'em
Sinks low or past.
Through abysses unproven
And gulfs beyond thought,
Our is woven,
Our burden is brought.
Yet They that it,
Whose Nature we share,
Make us who must it
Well able to bear.
Though terrors o'ertake us
We'll not be afraid.
No power can unmake us
Save which has made.
Nor yet beyond reason
Or hope we fall—
All things have their season,
And Mercy all!
Then, doubt not, ye fearful—
The Eternal is King—
Up, heart, and be cheerful,
And lustily sing:—
What chariots, what horses
Against us shall bide
While the Stars their courses
Do fight on our side?