The Gods of the Copybook Headings
| AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
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