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