1 Spanners: Okay, Paris and the aliens have been spaced. They'll hit that star there in a few days. Farewell, Paris. From the stars we come, and to the stars we return.
2 Serron: Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night...
3 Iki Piki: How eloquent... and touching...
4 Serron: Hmmm...? What...? I'm just reading the back of this cereal box. It's amazing what tripe they print there...

And so we say goodbye to Paris.

Serron is actually quoting a poem written by Sarah Williams, published in 1868, The Old Astronomer to his Pupil.

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obliquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

One source I found says that the actual title of the poem is simply The Old Astronomer, and the last line reads "I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night", but everyone else gives the version quoted above.