Chapter 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.