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How Sin, amid the shades Cimmerian,

Repents, she points for sight: and she avers,



The hoofed half-angel in the Puritan

Nigh reads her when no brutish wrath deters.



Sin against immaturity, the sin

Of ravenous excess, what deed divides



Man from vitality; these bleed within;

Bleed in the crippled relic that abides.



Perpetually they bleed; a limb is lost,

A piece of life, the very spirit maimed.



But culprit who the law of man has crossed

With Nature's dubiously within is blamed;



Despite our cry at cutting of the whip,

Our shiver in the night when numbers frown,



We but bewail a broken fellowship,

A sting, an isolation, a fall'n crown.



Abject of sinners is that sensitive,

The flesh, amenable to stripes, miscalled



Incorrigible: such title do we give

To the poor shrinking stuff wherewith we are walled;



And, taking it for Nature, place in ban

Our Mother, as a Power wanton-willed,



The shame and baffler of the soul of man,

The recreant, reptilious. Do thou build



Thy mind on her foundations in earth's bed;

Behold man's mind the child of her keen rod,



For teaching how the wits and passions wed

To rear that temple of the credible God;



Sacred the letters of her laws, and plain,

Will shine, to guide thy feet and hold thee firm:



Then, as a pathway through a field of grain,

Man's laws appear the blind progressive worm,



That moves by touch, and thrust of linking rings

The which to endow with vision, lift from mud



To level of their nature's aims and springs,

Must those, the twain beside our vital flood,



Now on opposing banks, the twain at strife

(Whom the so rosy ferryman invites



To junction, and mid-channel over Life,

Unmasked to the ghostly, much asunder smites)



Instruct in deeper than Convenience,

In higher than the harvest of a year.



Only the rooted knowledge to high sense

Of heavenly can mount, and feel the spur



For fruitfullest advancement, eye a mark

Beyond the path with grain on either hand,



Help to the steering of our social Ark

Over the barbarous waters unto land.



For us the double conscience and its war,

The serving of two masters, false to both,



Until those twain, who spring the root and are

The knowledge in division, plight a troth



Of equal hands: nor longer circulate

A pious token for their current coin,



To growl at the exchange; they, mate and mate,

Fair feminine and masculine shall join



Upon an upper plane, still common mould,

Where stamped religion and reflective pace



A statelier measure, and the hoop of gold

Rounds to horizon for their soul's embrace.



Then shall those noblest of the earth and sun

Inmix unlike to waves on savage sea.



But not till Nature's laws and man's are one,

Can marriage of the man and woman be.



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He passed her through the sermon's dull defile.



Down under billowy vapour-gorges heaved

The city and the vale and mountain-pile.



She felt strange push of shuttle-threads that weaved.

A new land in an old beneath her lay;



And forth to meet it did her spirit rush,

As bride who without shame has come to say,



Husband, in his dear face that caused her blush.




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