REWARD.
What shadow winnowed through the skies
And paused on Earth’s grey rim?
The stars ran to their windows
To catch a glimpse of Him.
One in his haste fell foremost,
A sudden splash of flame—
Ah! eager little Asteroid
Thy folly was thy aim!
Oh! ye who stretch forth sturdy hands
To stay Art’s toppling Ark,
Though you have saved the cherubim,
Receive your meed of Dark.
Eugene R. White.