Professor NewcomerEveryone laughed at Col. PrichardFor buying an engine so powerfulThat it wrecked itself, and wrecked the grinderHe ran it with.But here is a joke of cosmic size:The urge of nature that made a manEvolve from his brain a spiritual life—Oh miracle of the world!—The very same brain with which the ape and wolfGet food and shelter and procreate themselves.Nature has made man do this,In a world where she gives him nothing to doAfter all—(though the strength of his soul goes roundIn a futile waste of power.To gear itself to the mills of the gods)—But get food and shelter and procreate himself!
Everyone laughed at Col. PrichardFor buying an engine so powerfulThat it wrecked itself, and wrecked the grinderHe ran it with.But here is a joke of cosmic size:The urge of nature that made a manEvolve from his brain a spiritual life—Oh miracle of the world!—The very same brain with which the ape and wolfGet food and shelter and procreate themselves.Nature has made man do this,In a world where she gives him nothing to doAfter all—(though the strength of his soul goes roundIn a futile waste of power.To gear itself to the mills of the gods)—But get food and shelter and procreate himself!