Old-Fashioned.

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!