‘ As like the Woman as you can’ -
( Thus the New Adam was beguiled ) -
‘ So shall you touch the Perfect Man’ -
( God in the Garden heard and smiled ).
‘ Your father perished with his day:
‘ A clot of passions fierce and blind,
‘ He fought, he hacked, he crushed his way:
‘ Your muscles, Child, must be of mind.
‘ The Brute that lurks and irks within,
‘ How, till you have him gagged and bound,
‘ Escape the foullest form of Sin?’
( God in the Garden laughed and frowned ).
‘ So vile, so rank, the bestial mood
‘ In which the race is bid to be,
‘ It wrecks the Rarer Womanhood:
‘ Live, therefore, you, for Purity!
‘ Take for your mate no gallant croup,
‘ No girl all grace and natural will:
‘ To work her mission were to stoop,
‘ Maybe to lapse, from Well to Ill.
‘ Choose one of whom your grosser make’ -
( God in the Garden laughed outright ) -
‘ The true refining touch may take,
‘ Till both attain to Life's last height.
‘ There, equal, purged of soul and sense.
‘ Beneficent, high-thinking, just,
‘ Beyond the appeal of Violence,
‘ Incapable of common Lust,
‘ In mental Marriage still prevail’ -
( God in the Garden hid His face ) -
‘ Till you achieve that Female-Male
‘ In Which shall culminate the race.’