THE ATOM
bout the embers of a lonely fire
Three men pondered silently,What problem theirs, do enquire:The answer all: The ATOM. . . . . .Once, mused he, the Philosopher. . . .The ATOM was our servant,And harnessed, tamed, this monsterKnow we all: The ATOM. . . . . . .Words in Rhyme, the Poet said,I wrote for all to listen;But now, all Earth is dead;And with the ATOM smitten.No savant I, nor poet yet,The Third stood cowed and humble;Just a man who could not get An answer to: The ATOM!Epilogue:Their food is gone. . . . . .They live not long. . . . . .And from the Earth,With no re-birth. . . . . . .Is stripped the Race of MAN.Yet remains all that CAN. . . . . . .The ATOM. . . . . . !