![]() When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. ![]() So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things. They denied that Wishes were Horses they denied that a Pig had Wings They denied that the Moon was Stilton they denied she was even Dutch With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome. They never altered their pace,īeing neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,īut they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:īut we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, ![]() We were living in trees when they met us. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,Īnd the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. ![]() I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race, ![]()
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