IX

‘ 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 slew, he hacked 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 buxom croup, ‘ No girl all grace and natural will: ‘ To make her happy were to stoop ‘ From light to dark, from Good to Ill.

‘ Choose one of whom your grosser make’ — ( God in the Garden laughed outright ) — ‘ The true refining touch may take ‘ Till both attain Life's highest 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.