THE ATOM


About 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 monster
Know 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. . . . . . !






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