The Chinese are an old, old race, In mystic lore exceeding wise. Accustomed thro' the year to trace Their nation's fortunes in the skies. No mere male deity can shake Their stolid and celestial calm. Saturn nor Jupiter can wake Their fear or cause the slightest qualm. But now in trembling fear they go, Such is their knowledge of the stars. When Venus threatens well they know She's far more dangerous than Mars.