The Star-Spangled Unit

Oh, say, can you see, by the scope's fading light,
What so proudly we held at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose low threshold and large spikes through the perilous night,
O'er the Graphics we watched were so gallantly firing?
And the speaker's loud blare, Onsets bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our Unit was still there.
Oh, say, does that star-spangled Unit yet fire
O'er the lab of the three, and the experiment of the tired !

On the scope, dimly seen thro' the mists of sleep,
While the reddened eye, half opens, and half closes,
What is that which the driven field o'er the background sweep,
As it fitfully moves, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the level of the channel-B trigger
'Tis the star-spangled Unit, oh long may it fire
O'er the lab of the three, and the experiment of the tired !

Oh, thus be it ever when SC experiments are done
Between lost sanity and the edge of desperation;
Blest with non-mushy apples, and easy to use programs
Praise the power that hath saved our situation!
Then record data we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In TCT is our trust !"
And the star-spangled Unit in triumph doth fire,
O'er the lab of the three, and the experiment of the tired !

Judy Hirsch, Joe Chan, and anonymous
Sep. 4, 1982
For 82-119
(with apologies to Francis Scott Key)

 
 
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