With a shout of joy the rocket stars
Shot up through the evening air,
Triumphantly they reached the sky
And the stars of God were there.
"Make way!" the rocket stars cried out.
"Make way, and give us place;
We have a mission to perform,
We've travelled leagues of space.
We're sent up here to celebrate
A glorious country's birth—
Make way! But a moment we can stay,
Ere we die and fall to earth."
Then spake the old and kindly stars,
"Ye be bright, oh rocket-spawn,
But we are here since the morning stars
Sang at Creation's dawn.
By the Master Hand we were hurled on high
To celebrate the day.
We, too, but shine for the moment Time,
And then we fade for aye.
But have your way, oh tiny sparks,
And while ye may, shine on."
Ere the kindly voices ceased to speak,
The rocket stars were gone.