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by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)

Excellent herbs had our fathers of old
Language: English 
         Excellent herbs had our fathers of old --
           Excellent herbs to ease their pain --
         Alexanders and Marigold,
          Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane --
         Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue,
           ( Almost singing themselves they run)
        Vervain, Dittany, Call-me-to-you--
            Cowslip, Melilot, Rose of the Sun.
            Anything green that grew out of the mould
            Was an excellent herb to our fathers of old.

          Wonderful tales had our fathers of old,
            Wonderful tales of the herbs and the stars --
         The Sun was Lord of the Marigold,
           Basil and Rocket belonged to Mars.
        Pat as a sum in division it goes --
           (Every herb had a planet bespoke) --
       Who but Venus should govern the Rose?
          Who but Jupiter own the Oak?
              Simply and gravely the facts are told
              In the wonderful books of our fathers of old.

   Wonderful little, when all is said,
     Wonderful little our fathers knew.
   Half their remedies cured you dead--
     Most of their teaching was quite untrue --
   "Look at the stars when  a patient is  ill.
      (Dirt has nothing to do with disease),
   Bleed and blister as much as you will,
     Bister and bleed him as oft as you please."
      Whence enormous and manifold
       Errors were made by our fathers of old.

  Yet when the sickness was sore in the land,
     And neither planets nor herbs assuaged,
  They took their lives in their lancet-hand
    And, oh, what a wonderful war they waged!
  Yes, when the crosses were chalked on the door --
     (Yes, when the terrible dead-cart rolled! )
  Excellent courage our fathers bore --
     None too learned, but nobly bold
     Into the fight went our fathers of old.

If it be certain, as Galen says --
  And sage Hippocrates holds as much --
"That those afflicted by doubts and dismays
  Are mightily helped by a dead man's touch,"
Then, be good to us, stars above!
  Then, be good to us, herbs below!
We are afflicted by what we can prove,
  We are distracted by what we know.
             So-ah, so!
   Down from your heaven or up from your mould
   Send us the hearts of our Fathers of old!

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Text Authorship:

  • by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936), "A Doctor of Medicine", appears in Rewards and Fairies [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Peter Bellamy (b. 1944), "Our fathers of old", published 1971, from Oak, Ash and Thorn, no. 4, London, Robbins Music Corp. [
     text not verified 
    ]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2016-05-05
Line count: 50
Word count: 339

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