Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, br Nor question that the tenor of my life, br Past, present and the future, is revealed br There in my horoscope. I do believe br That yon dead moon compels the haughty seas br To ebb and flow, and that my natal star br Stands like a stern-browed sentinel in space br And challenges events; nor lets one grief, br Or joy, or failure, or success, pass on br To mar or bless my earthly lot, until br It proves its Karmic right to come to me. br br All this I grant, but more than this I know! br Before the solar systems were conceived, br When nothing was but the unnamable, br My spirit lived, an atom of the Cause. br Through countless ages and in many forms br It has existed, ere it entered in br This human frame to serve its little day br Upon the earth. The deathless Me of me, br The spark from that great all-creative fire br Is part of that eternal source called God, br And mightier than the universe. br br Why, he br Who knows, and knowing, never once forgets br The pedigree divine of his own soul, br Can conquer, shape and govern destiny br And use vast space as ‘twere a board for chess br With stars for pawns; can change his horoscope br To suit his will; turn failure to success, br And from preordained sorrows, harvest joy. br br There is no puny planet, sun or moon, br Or zodiacal sign which can control br The God in us! If we bring that to bear br Upon events, we mold them to our wish, br Tis when the infinite ‘neath the finite gropes br That men are governed by their horoscopes.