'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.'