The Making Of A Man by Robert Loveman A thousand pears doth Nature plan Upon the making of a Man; She sweeps the generations through To find the patient, strong and true; She rends the surge of seven seas, Rearing an humble Socrates; She burns a hundred years of sun, Sealing the soul of Solomon. A thousand years doth Nature plan Upon the making of a Man; She sees the ages dawn apace Ere Moses rouse his shackled race, Or Homer or sweet Shakespeare sing, Beside the deep, eternal spring: The centuries rise in reverence when Buddha doth come unto his men. A thousand years doth Nature plan Upon the making of a Man; She fills his heart with fire and faith, She leaves him loyal unto death; She lights his lustrous, loving eye With flash of immortality; She adds one more undying name Upon the lighted scroll of Fame. -Robert Loveman |