An Astrologer’s Song

An Astrologer’s Song

by Rudyard Kipling

Poetry19122 min
To the Heavens above us
 
O look and behold
 
The Planets that love us
 
All harnessed in gold!
 
*What chariots, what horses*
 
*Against us shall bide*
 
*While the Stars in their courses*
 
*Do fight on our side?*
 
All thought, all desires,
 
That are under the sun,
 
Are one with their fires,
 
As we also are one:
 
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,
 
Their power in the highest
 
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 unbound—
 
The 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
 
O’er 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
 
We’ll not be afraid.
 
No Power can unmake 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—
 
The Eternal is King—
 
Up, heart, and be cheerful,
 
And lustily sing:—
 
*What chariots, what horses*
 
*Against us shall bide*
 
*While the Stars in their courses*
 
*Do fight on our side?*

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