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Stars, issue 2, December 1940-January 1941

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STAR-SONG
By Jack Chapman Miske
(Scienti-Snaps, 1939)

'Twas long ago on a starry night
When high in the heavens Orion hung bright,
That away on the wings of fancy I sped
To the cold-white stars that gleamed overhead - 
Away to the slash of Orion's sword,
To the green of the mist of the nebular horde;
Away to the gulf where the spheres murmur low,
And their music rolls forth with their pulsing glow.
O, I listened long to their sad, sweet song,
And I left a big of my being there.
I left a bit of my being there,
Where the world rolls up in an endless stair.
And oft when I weary of all that is Life,
And I wish for an end to mortal strife,
Again in my dreams in somehow seems
That I hear far away, where the starbeams play,
A sad, sweet song calling down the years,
A murmuring soft: the music of spheres.

DREAMER 5
By C. S. Youd
(Spaceways, 1939)

And I am haunted by the memory
Of those who went by other ways to find
The stricken loveliness we leave behind
Although we search for it eternally.
This one was wise, and loved the paths of truth
And now he knows the glories men disdain ---
Here was a warrior who fought in vain
But found defeat was kind, and death was ruth.

And lo! they wait, the merry company,
Beyond the cloisters of the Pleiades
While from their minds fade swiftly now the scars
O hear their whispers o'er galactic seas,
"Weep not to leave this world of misery;
Here lies your wond'rous destiny - the stars."

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STAR-SONG By Jack Chapman Miske (Scienti-Snaps, 1939) 'Twas long ago on a starry night When high in the heavens Orion hung bright, That away on the wings of fancy I sped To the cold-white stars that gleamed overhead - Away to the slash of Orion's sword, To the green of the mist of the nebular horde; Away to the gulf where the spheres murmur low, And their music rolls forth with their pulsing glow. O, I listened long to their sad, sweet song, And I left a big of my being there. I left a bit of my being there, Where the world rolls up in an endless stair. And oft when I weary of all that is Life, And I wish for an end to mortal strife, Again in my dreams in somehow seems That I hear far away, where the starbeams play, A sad, sweet song calling down the years, A murmuring soft: the music of spheres. DREAMER 5 By C. S. Youd (Spaceways, 1939) And I am haunted by the memory Of those who went by other ways to find The stricken loveliness we leave behind Although we search for it eternally. This one was wise, and loved the paths of truth And now he knows the glories men disdain --- Here was a warrior who fought in vain But found defeat was kind, and death was ruth. And lo! they wait, the merry company, Beyond the cloisters of the Pleiades While from their minds fade swiftly now the scars O hear their whispers o'er galactic seas, "Weep not to leave this world of misery; Here lies your wond'rous destiny - the stars." page 3 Stars