Rewards and Fairies

An Astrologer’s Song

     To the Heavens above us
     Oh, 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,
     And 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
     Nor 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?