Framställning av plutonium 1943-1944 Sam Allison, Fysiker
(Dikt presenterad i Pearl Bucks bok "Bjud dagen gry")

Hail, miracle, which in these dreadful years
We, built, urged on by hopes, and goaded on by fears
Hail, man-made star! God hel us who aspire
To fan spent embers left from cosmic fire!

For this phlogiston´s weight was vainly tried
And Newton linked the whirling earth and moon
How many minds at Nature´s secrets pried
Through the dim hours before this glorious noon?

Hail, man-made metal, which we thought had gone,
Aeons before, in the galatic dawn!
Our eyes can see, our hands can feel
A ghost incarnate, a primordial steel!

Spawner of elements, triumph making pale
The dreams of alchemists! But, shall we fail
To use whit wisdom worthy of our skill
This transcendantal power for good or ill?