Vale, Earth! What will happen, heaven knows; We can’t even guess, suppose, Hazard, speculate, surmise, Hint, conjecture, theorize, Or divine. Or divine. Will we merely drill a hole Through the trailing aureole? Or will the prediction dire Of a world destroyed by fire Be fulfilled? Be fulfilled? Shall we crook our knees and pray Counting this the Judgment Day? Or preserve a cosmic ca’m, Caring not a cosmic dam What may come? What may come? There’s the rub. If we but knew We should know just what to do. Yes is just as good as No To all questions. Here we go!— Hang on tight! Hang on tight! [Pg 67] [Pg 67] THE MORNING AFTER (May 19, 1910.) (May 19, 1910.) Here we are, friends, whole and hale In or through the comet’s tail; And as far as we can say, Matters are about as they Were before. Were before. Everything is much the same As before the comet came. Grasses grow and waters run— Nothing new beneath the sun— Same old sphere. Same old sphere. Life is drab or life is gay, Thorny path or primrose way; All is common, all is strange; “Down the ringing grooves of change” Spins the world. “Down the ringing grooves of change”
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