Classic Poem

" 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 foulest 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. "