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Science Fiction Collector, v. 2, issue 6, May 1937

Back cover

Page 20
"MARS"
1.
Red sands are swept by light
and ghostly winds
No water trickles 'round the
ancient river bends
Yet -- crumbling walls and glass,
and golden things
Are there -- dead palaces of ancient Martian kings.
RUINS
2. Here dwelt a race that had
never known sorrow;
They laughed and played and
knew not that the morrow
Would bring them pain.
They cared not, but for gain!
YOUTH AGE
3. Old and wise, forgotten in
the rush,
Watched in dismay -- to see the idle
crush
The old ideals, and the blessed
gods forget.
And hoped and prayed, their world 
might be saved yet.
4. A golden death -
A cold death
Came with the hellish plunder
That left a wound to make the
future wonder.
5.
Red sands now drift thru arches
gilt with gold.
At last a reverent silence each
temple does enfold.
And wolfish demons peer in and
out the doors.
While blood of age, dries upon
the floors.
J ROGERS

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Page 20 "MARS" 1. Red sands are swept by light and ghostly winds No water trickles 'round the ancient river bends Yet -- crumbling walls and glass, and golden things Are there -- dead palaces of ancient Martian kings. RUINS 2. Here dwelt a race that had never known sorrow; They laughed and played and knew not that the morrow Would bring them pain. They cared not, but for gain! YOUTH AGE 3. Old and wise, forgotten in the rush, Watched in dismay -- to see the idle crush The old ideals, and the blessed gods forget. And hoped and prayed, their world might be saved yet. 4. A golden death - A cold death Came with the hellish plunder That left a wound to make the future wonder. 5. Red sands now drift thru arches gilt with gold. At last a reverent silence each temple does enfold. And wolfish demons peer in and out the doors. While blood of age, dries upon the floors. J ROGERS