When Nature wants to make a man,
And shake a man,
And wake a man;
When Nature wants to make a man
To do the Future’s will;
When she tries with all her skill
And she years with all her soul
To create him large and whole…
With what cunning she prepares him!
How she goads and never spares him!
How she whets him, and she frets him,
And in poverty begets him…
How she often disappoints
How she often anoints,
With what wisdom she will hide him,
never minding what betide him
Though his genius sob with slighting
And his pride may not forget!
Bid him struggle harder yet.
Makes him lonely
So that only
God’s high messages shall reach him
So that she may surely teach him
What the Hierarchy planned.
Though he may not understand
Gives him passions to command.
How remorselessly she spurs him
With terrific ardor stirs him
When she poignantly prefers him!
Lo, the crisis! Lo, the shout
That must call the leader out.
When the people need salvation
Doth he come to lead the nation…
Then doth Nature show her plan
When the world has found — A MAN!