]]]]]]]]]]]      THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS       [[[[[[[[[[[[[ 
                    Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)              (6/26/88)

["Copybook" is the British for Notebook; a "Copybook heading" was a 
proverb or other essential truth that a teacher assigned to his class 
to write an essay on. The "Gods of the Market" do not refer to the 
Free Market (there was still little government intervention in Kip-
ling's time), but to fashionable wisdom. The asterisks are mine to 
emphasize the present-day relevance of the poem. I was tempted to put 
it in the "Historical Archives" tower, because it symbolically de-
scribes the cycles of history so well.         P.B.]

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.
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn;
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of 

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, 
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place;
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would 
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone 
     out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of 
They denied that the moon was Stilton, they denied she was even Dutch.
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market who promised these beautiful 

** When the Cambrian measures were forming, they promised perpetual   
**   peace.
** They swore if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes 
**   would cease.
** But when we disarmed they sold us and delivered us bound to our 
**   Foe,
** And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you 
**   know.

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is 

** In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
** By robbing selected Peters to pay for collective Paul;
** But though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money 
**   could buy,
** And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said "If you don't work you 
**   die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards 
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was 
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four --
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once 

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man --
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began --
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins,
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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