Yesterday I couldn’t sleep. I was exhausting but my spirit wouldn’t quiet itself, so after hour three of restless tossing, I decided to turn on a light and read. My reading material of choice was a thick workbook by Napoleon Hill called, How To Be Successful. If you’re following me on Tumblr, or on Facebook, you already know that I have been feeling a little confused, or a better word would be defeated. Naturally, when I picked up the book I looked for a chapter on self-acceptance. No luck there – but there was a chapter on Failure which caught my eye. This chapter was everything I needed and more, which we can elaborate on another time. I’m writing to share one of the most beautiful things that I read while reading this chapter on Failure. It has to be one of the most amazing poems I’ve ever read and I’m committing it to memory. Please read and share it with everyone that you think needs it.
When Nature Wants A Man
When Nature wants to drill a man
And thrill a man,
And skill a man,
When Nature wants to mould a man
To play the noblest part;
When she yearns with all her heart
To create so great and bold a man
That all the world shall praise–
Watch her method, watch her ways!
How she ruthlessly perfects
Whom she royally elects;
How she hammers him and hurts him
And with mighty blows converts him
Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature understands–
While his tortured heart is crying and he lifts beseeching hands!–
How she bends, but never breaks,
When his good she undertakes….
How she uses whom she chooses
And with every purpose fuses him,
By every art induces him
To try his splendor out–
Nature knows what she’s about.
When Nature wants to take 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 yearns 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
Whom she sacredly 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!
Bids 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!
When Nature wants to name a man
And fame a man
And tame a man;
When Nature wants to shame a man
To do his heavenly best….
When she tries the highest test
That her reckoning may bring–
When she wants a god or king!–
How she reins him and restrains him
So his body scarce contains him
While she fires him
And inspires him!
Keeps him yearning, ever burning for a tantalising goal–
Lures and lacerates his soul.
Sets a challenge for his spirit,
Draws it higher when he’s near it–
Makes a jungle, that he clear it;
Makes a desert, that he fear it
And subdue it if he can–
So doth Nature make a man.
Then, to test his spirit’s wrath
Hurls a mountain in his path–
Puts a bitter choice before him
And relentless stands o’er him.
“Climb, or perish!” so she says….
Watch her purpose, watch her ways!
Nature’s plan is wondrous kind
Could we understand her mind …
Fools are they who call her blind.
When his feet are torn and bleeding
Yet his spirit mounts unheeding,
All his higher powers speeding
Blazing newer paths and fine;
When the force that is divine
Leaps to challenge every failure and his ardor still is sweet
And love and hope are burning in the presence of defeat….
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!
About Angela Morgan (1875-1957)
Angela Morgan was born in Washington but moved to Kansas when his father started a business and a law practise that were both unsuccessful.
When her father left for Colorado in the gold rush fever, Angela and her sisters formed a music quartet with her brother as a manager to earn a living. The group was disbanded when one of her sister died. To support her mother and her sisters, she write for the Chicago Daily American.
Although she had held several positions in the literary world, her peers did not regard her as poets of rank. She always moved from one place to another because of financial difficulties and was often dependant on generous benefactors to support her living.
In 1935 Angela Morgan had to declare bankruptcy.
Her poems and writings are full of hope and voice of optimism despite her financial problems. She died at Mount Marion, New York at the home of her friends. Her papers that were stored in a warehouse in Philadelphia were later auctioned to pay for the storage fees.
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