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Riders of the Stars
And Venus a-smiling across the west as bright as a
burning coal,
Plain to guide as we punchers ride night-herding the little stars,
With Saturn's rings for our home corral and the Dipper our water hole.
"' Here, we have nothing to do but yarn of the
days that have long gone by,
And our singing it doesn't fit in up here though we tried it for old time's sake;
Our hands are itching to swing a rope and our legs are stif; that's why
We ask you, Marster, to turn us loose — just give us an even break!'"
Then the Lord He spake to the Cherubim, and this
was His kindly word:
" He that keepeth the threefold keys shall open and let them go;
Turn these men to their work again to ride with the starry herd;
My glory sings in the toil they crave; 'tis their right. I would have it so."
Have you heard in the starlit dusk of eve when the
lone coyotes roam,
The Yip! Yip! Yip! of a hunting cry and the echo that shrilled afar,
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