The Man Made

 

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!

 

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  • chalkdustfairy
    September 14, 2012 at 7:31 pm

    Reblogged this on This is your real mother speaking… and commented:
    I just thought this was a beautiful post worthy of sharing…:)