unfashioned

The material still features heavily in “The Procession,” often left crudely unfashioned.

“I agree with you,” replied the stranger; “we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves—such a friend ought to be—do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures. I once had a friend, the most noble of human creatures, and am entitled, therefore, to judge respecting friendship. You have hope, and the world before you, and have no cause for despair. But I—I have lost everything and cannot begin life anew.”

The trunk or stump of a single tree afforded most obvious materials for a bust or statue; and even unfashioned by human art, became on some occasions an object of idolatrous worship, whilst any rude flat stone, or heap of earth at its base, served as an altar, and the surrounding grove as a temple.

“We have felt the April breezes warm along the plashy plains; We have mind-marked to the cadence of the falling April rains; We have heard the crash of water where the snow-fed rivers run, Seen a thousand silver lakelets lying shining in the sun; We have known the resurrection of the Springtime in the land, Heard the voice of Nature calling and the words of her command, Felt the thrill of Springtime twilight and the vague, unfashioned thought That the season’s birthday musters from the hopes we had forgot.”

Before the seas, and this terrestrial ball, And Heaven's high canopy, that covers all, One was the face of nature—if a face; Rather a rude and indigested mass; A lifeless lump, unfashioned and unframed, Of jarring seeds; and justly Chaos named.