The universe is not complete in you.
You’re just as bound to follow out his plan
And sink yourself in ever-growing Man
As ever were the earliest, crudest eggs
To grow to vertebrates with arms and legs.
Society holds not its present height
Merely that you may bring a child to light;
But you and yours live only in the plan
That’s working out a higher kind of man;
A higher kind of life, that shall let grow