Hope Eyrie (Julia Ecklar) -

Worlds grow old and suns grow cold

And death we never can doubt.

Time’s cold wind, wailing down the past,

Reminds us that all flesh is grass

And history’s lamps blow out.

But the Eagle has landed;

tell your children when.

Time won’t drive us down to dust again.

Cycles turn while the far stars burn,

And people and planets age.

Life’s crown passes to younger lands,

Time brushes dust of hope from his hands

And turns another page.

But the Eagle has landed;

tell your children when.

Time won’t drive us down to dust again.

But we who feel the weight of the wheel

When winter falls over our world

Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes

To a silver moon in the opened skies

And a single flag unfurled.

For the Eagle has landed;

tell your children when.

Time won’t drive us down to dust again.

We know well what Life can tell:

If you would not perish, then grow.

And today our fragile flesh and steel

Have laid our hands on a vaster wheel

With all of the stars to know

That the Eagle has landed;

tell your children when.

Time won’t drive us down to dust again.

From all who tried out of history’s tide,

Salute for the team that won.

And the old Earth smiles at her children’s reach,

The wave that carried us up the beach

To reach for the shining sun.

For the Eagle has landed;

tell your children when.

Time won’t drive us down to dust again.