Would ye plant the world with new-made men?
A race new-born, a race unstained?
Clothed in flesh that hath no flaw,
One with nature, one with law,
Strong-souled, clear-brained?

This may motherhood achieve,
Full-grown mothers brave and free,
Splendid bodies trained and strong,
Hearts that ache for human wrong,
Eyes that can see.

Learning new their primal power,
A reign forgot, a crown disowned—
Rising from their prison blind,
Pets and servants of mankind—
Re-born, re-throned.

Theirs the power beyond appeal
To choose the good, reject the base;
So shall all degenerate blood
Die, forbidden fatherhood—
So rise our race!