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Posted by: Scott (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: August 02, 2004 10:10PM

And When we pray for that last landing
On the globe that gave us birth
Let me rest my eyes on fleecy skies
On the cool green Hills of earth

Any one recognize this

Scott


Re: Lost thoughts
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: August 02, 2004 10:27PM

It's by Robert A Heinlein, from his short story, The Green Hills of Earth.

The Green Hills of Earth

Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth.

We rot in the moulds of Venus,
We retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles,
Crawling with unclean death.

[ --- the harsh bright soil of Luna ---
--- Saturn's rainbow rings ---
--- the frozen night of Titan --- ]

We've tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.

The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
And the lights below us fade.

Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet ---

We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

-- Robert A. Heinlein


pam


Re: Lost thoughts
Posted by: Henry (195.8.171.---)
Date: August 03, 2004 09:21AM

Here's another copy which includes the fleecy skies.
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Copyright Robert A. Heinlein
Used without permission
(but I don't think Virginia will mind)

The Green Hills of Earth

The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
All hands! Stand by! Free Falling!
And the lights below us fade.

Outride the sons of Terra
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet ----

I pray for one last standing
On the globe that gave me birth;
Let me rest my eyes on the fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth.

We rot in the molds of Venus,
We retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles,
Crawling with unclean death.

We've tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of earth.

We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.




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