* SONG FOR THE SPHERES *

A drop of fire from a flying sun —

Sing, old stars, the World’ s begun.

An ocean warm where electrons strive —

Sing, old stars, the World’ s alive.

Age upon age and link upon link —

Shout, old stars, the World can think.

War’ s red knife hisses home to the haft —

Mourn, old stars, the World runs daft.

Reason and Love shall conquer and reign —

Sing, old stars, the World grows sane.

Liberty, Liberty, Liberty!

Shout, old stars, the World is free.