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Arcturus is his other name, -- / I'd rather call him star!
It's so unkind of science / To go and interfere!
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, naughty, everything, -- / Over the stile of pearl!