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“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.”

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