Here you will find the Poem Bat, Bat, Come Under my Hat of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
(A Modernity) Twelve good friends Passed under her hat, And devil a one of them Knew where he was at. Had they but known, Then had they known all things, -- The littleness of great things, The unmeasured immensity of small things. They had known the Where and the Why, The When and the Wherefore, And how the Eternal Conceived the Eternal, and therefore Beginning began the Beginning; They had apprehended The ultimate virtue of sinning; They had caught the whisper That Vega vibrates to Arcturus, Piercing the walls Of heavy flesh that immure us. But if they had known, Then had there been no mystery; And Life had been poorer, And laughter unsurer, And the shadow of death securer, By lack of this brief history.