

William Blake

# The Complete Illuminated Books of William Blake

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# Table of Contents

All Religions Are One (1788)

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There Is No Natural Religion (1788)

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The Book of Thel (1789)

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790)

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Visions of the Daughters of Albion (1793)

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For Children: The Gates of Paradise (1793)

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America A Prophecy (1793)

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Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1794)

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Europe A Prophecy (1794)

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The Book of Urizen (1794)

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The Song of Los (1795)

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The Book of Ahania (1795)

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Milton A Poem (1804 - 1811)

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Jerusalem (1804 – 1820)

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For the Sexes: the Gates of Paradise (1820)

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On Homer's Poetry and On Virgil (1822)

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The Ghost of Abel (1822)

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Laocoön (1826)

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Sources

# All Religions Are One (1788)

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_**The Voice of one crying in the Wilderness**_

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### The Argument

As the true method of Knowledge is Experiment, the true faculty of knowing must be the faculty which experiences. This faculty I treat of:

#### Principle 1

That the Poetic Genius is the True Man, and that the Body or Outward Form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius. Likewise that the Forms of all things are derived from their Genius, which by the Ancients was call'd an Angel and Spirit and Demon.

#### Principle 2

As all men are alike in Outward Form; so, and with the same infinite variety, all are alike in the Poetic Genius.

#### Principle 3

No man can think, write, or speak from his heart, but he must intend Truth. Thus all sects of Philosophy are from the Poetic Genius, adapted to the weaknesses of every individual.

#### Principle 4

As none by travelling over known lands can find out the unknown; so, from already acquired knowledge, Man could not acquire more; therefore an universal Poetic Genius exists.

#### Principle 5

The Religions of all Nations are derived from each Nation's different reception of the Poetic Genius, which is everywhere call'd the Spirit of Prophecy.

#### Principle 6

The Jewish and Christian Testaments are an original derivation from the Poetic Genius. This is necessary from the confined nature of bodily sensation.

#### Principle 7

As all men are alike, tho' infinitely various; so all Religions: and as all similars have one source the True Man is the source, he being the Poetic Genius.

# There Is No Natural Religion (1788)

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### The Argument.

Man has no notion of moral fitness but from Education. Naturally he is only a natural organ subject to Sense.

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Man cannot naturally perceive but through his natural or bodily organs.

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Man by his reasoning power can only compare & judge of what he has already perceiv'd.

### III.

From a perception of only 3 senses or 3 elements none could deduce a fourth or fifth.

### IV.

None could have other than natural or organic thoughts if he had none but organic perceptions.

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Man's desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceiv'd.

### VI.

The desires & perceptions of man, untaught by anything but organs of sense, must be limited to objects of sense.

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Man's perceptions are not bound by organs of perception; he perceives more than sense (tho' ever so acute) can discover.

### II.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

[Ed: Plates 12 to 17 occur only in certain, later editions.]

[Proposition III is missing.]

### IV.

The bounded is loathed by its possessor. the same dull round, even of the universe, would soon become a mill with complicated wheels.

### V.

If the many become the same as the few when possess'd, More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul; less than All cannot satisfy Man.

### VI.

If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot.

### VII.

The desire of Man being infinite, the possession is Infinite & himself Infinite.

### **Conclusion.**

If it were not for the Poetic or Prophetic Character the Philosophic & Experimental would soon be at the ratio of all things, and stand still, unable to do other than repeat the same dull round over again.

### Application.

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.

Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is.

# The Book of Thel (1789)

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### THEL'S Motto

> Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
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> Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:
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> Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
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> Or Love in a golden bowl?
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> The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks.
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> All but the youngest; she in paleness sought the secret air.
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> To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day: 
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> Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard:
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> And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.
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> O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?
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> Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.
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> Ah! Thel is like a watry bow. and like a parting cloud.
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> Like a reflection in a glass. like shadows in the water.
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> Like dreams of infants. like a smile upon an infants face, 
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> Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air; 
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> Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head.
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> And gentle sleep the sleep of death. and gentle hear the voice 
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> Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.
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> The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
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> Answer'd the lovely maid and said; I am a watry weed, 
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> And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales; 
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> So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head.
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> Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all.
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> Walks in the valley. and each morn over me spreads his hand 
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> Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lilly flower, 
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> Thou gentle maid of silent valleys. and of modest brooks; 
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> For thou shalt be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna: 
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> Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs 
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> To flourish in eternal vales: then why should Thel complain,
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> Why should the mistress of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
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> She ceasd & smild in tears, then sat down in her silver shrine.
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> Thel answerd. O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley.
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> Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'ertired.
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> Thy breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells thy milky garments,
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> He crops thy flowers. while thou sittest smiling in his face, 
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> Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
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> Thy wine doth purify the golden honey, thy perfume,
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> Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs 
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> Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing steed.
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> But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun: 
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> I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.
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> Queen of the vales the Lilly answerd, ask the tender cloud, 
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> And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky, 
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> And why it scatters its bright beauty thro' the humid air.
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> Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
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> The Cloud descended, and the Lilly bowd her modest head: 
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> And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
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> O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee tell to me, 
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> Why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away: 
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> Then we shall seek thee but not find; ah Thel is like to thee.
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> I pass away. yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.
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> The Cloud then shew'd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd, 
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> Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.
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> O virgin know'st thou not. our steeds drink of the golden springs 
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> Where Luvah doth renew his horses: look'st thou on my youth,
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> And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
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> Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away, 
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> It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy: 
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> Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers; 
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> And court the fair eyed dew. to take me to her shining tent; 
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> The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun, 
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> Till we arise link'd in a golden band, and never part; 
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> But walk united, bearing food to all our tender flowers
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> Dost thou O little Cloud? I fear that I am not like thee;
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> For I walk through the vales of Har. and smell the sweetest flowers; 
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> But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds, 
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> But I feed not the warbling birds. they fly and seek their food; 
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> But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away, 
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> And all shall say, without a use this shining woman liv'd, 
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> Or did she only live. to be at death the food of worms.
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> The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answer'd thus.
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> Then if thou art the food of worms. O virgin of the skies, 
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> How great thy use. how great thy blessing; every thing that lives, 
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> Lives not alone, nor for itself: fear not and I will call 
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> The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice.
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> Come forth worm of the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.
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> The helpless worm arose, and sat upon the Lillys leaf, 
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> And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
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> Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.
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> Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm?
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> I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf: 
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> Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak. but thou can'st weep; 
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> Is this a Worm? I see thee lay helpless & naked: weeping, 
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> And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
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> The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice, & raisd her pitying head; 
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> She bowd over the weeping infant, and her life exhal'd 
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> In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes.
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> O beauty of the vales of Har. we live not for ourselves, 
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> Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed;
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> My bosom of itself is cold. and of itself is dark,
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> But he that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head.
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> And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my breast.
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> And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee.
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> And I have given thee a crown that none can take away 
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> But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know, 
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> I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.
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> The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
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> And said. Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep: 
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> That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot 
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> That wilful, bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it 
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> With milk and oil, I never knew; and therefore did I weep, 
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> And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away, 
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> And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.
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> Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answerd; I heard thy sighs.
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> And all thy moans flew o'er my roof. but I have call'd them down: 
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> Wilt thou O Queen enter my house. 'tis given thee to enter, 
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> And to return; fear nothing. enter with thy virgin feet.
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> The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar: 
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> Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown; 
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> She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots 
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> Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists: 
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> A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
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> She wanderd in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning 
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> Dolours & lamentations: waiting oft beside a dewy grave 
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> She stood in silence. listning to the voices of the ground, 
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> Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
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> And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.
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> Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
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> Or the glistning Eye to the poison of a smile!
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> Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
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> Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie?
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> Or an Eye of gifts & graces, show'ring fruits & coined gold!
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> Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind?
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> Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?
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> Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright.
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> Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy!
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> Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
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> The Virgin started from her seat, & with a shriek.
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> Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har
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# The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790)

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### The Argument

> Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
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> Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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> Once meek, and in a perilous path,
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> The just man kept his course along
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> The vale of death.
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> Roses are planted where thorns grow,
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> And on the barren heath
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> Sing the honey bees.
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> Then the perilous path was planted:
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> And a river and a spring
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> On every cliff and tomb:
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> And on the bleached bones
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> Red clay brought forth.
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> Till the villain left the paths of ease,
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> To walk in perilous paths, and drive
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> The just man into barren climes.
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> Now the sneaking serpent walks
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> In mild humility,
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> And the just man rages in the wilds
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> Where lions roam.
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> Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
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> Hungry clouds swag on the deep.

As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three years since its advent: the Eternal Hell revives. And lo! Swedenborg is the Angel sitting at the tomb: his writings are the linen clothes folded up. Now is the dominion of Edom, & the return of Adam into Paradise: see Isaiah XXXIV & XXXV Chap:

Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.

From these contraries spring what the religious call Good & Evil. Good is the passive that obeys Reason. Evil is the active springing from Energy.

Good is Heaven. Evil is Hell

### The voice of the Devil

All Bibles or sacred codes. have been the causes of the following Errors.

1. That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a Soul.

2 That Energy. calld Evil. is alone from the Body. & that Reason. calld Good. is alone from the Soul.

3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies.

But the following Contraries to these are True

1 Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that calld Body is a portion of Soul discernd by the five Senses. the chief inlets of Soul in this age

2. Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.

3 Energy is Eternal Delight

Marriage of Heaven and Hell Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.

And being restraind it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.

The history of this is written in Paradise Lost. & the Governor or Reason is call'd Messiah.

And the original Archangel or possessor of the command of the heavenly host, is calld the Devil or Satan and his children are call'd Sin & Death

But in the Book of Job Miltons Messiah is call'd Satan.

For this history has been adopted by both parties

It indeed appear'd to Reason as if Desire was cast out. but the

Devils account is, that the Messiah fell. & formed a heaven of what he stole from the Abyss

This is shewn in the Gospel, where he prays to the Father to send the comforter or Desire that Reason may have Ideas to build on, the Jehovah of the Bible being no other than he, who dwells in flaming fire.

Know that after Christs death, he became Jehovah.

But in Milton; the Father is Destiny, the Son, a Ratio of the five senses. & the Holy-ghost, Vacuum!

Note. The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devils party without knowing it.

### A Memorable Fancy

As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. I collected some of their Proverbs: thinking that as the sayings used in a nation, mark its character, so the Proverbs of Hell, shew the nature of Infernal wisdom better than any description of buildings or garments.

When I came home; on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat sided steep frowns over the present world. I saw a mighty Devil folded in black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock, with corroding fires he wrote the following sentence now percieved by the minds of men, & read by them on earth.

How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way,

Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?

### Proverbs of Hell

> In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
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> Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
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> The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
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> Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
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> He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
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> The cut worm forgives the plow.
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> Dip him in the river who loves water.
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> A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
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> He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
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> Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
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> The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
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> The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
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> All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
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> Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
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> No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
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> A dead body, revenges not injuries.
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> The most sublime act is to set another before you.
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> If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
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> Folly is the cloke of knavery.
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> Shame is Prides cloke.
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### Proverbs of Hell

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword. are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Let man wear the fell of the lion. woman the fleece of the sheep.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

The selfish smiling fool. & the sullen frowning fool. shall be both thought wise. that they may be a rod.

What is now proved was once, only imagin'd.

The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots, the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows

One thought. fills immensity.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

### Proverbs of Hell

The fox provides for himself. but God provides for the lion.

Think in the morning, Act in the noon, Eat in the evening, Sleep in the night.

He who has sufferd you to impose on him knows you.

As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction

Expect poison from the standing water.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.

The weak in courage is strong in cunning.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion. the horse; how he shall take his prey.

The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest.

If others had not been foolish. we should be so.

The soul of sweet delight. can never be defil'd,

When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius. lift up thy head!

As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Damn. braces: Bless relaxes.

The best wine is the oldest. the best water the newest.

Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!

Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

### Proverbs of Hell

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.

As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

Exuberance is Beauty.

If the lion was advised by the fox. he would be cunning.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires

Where man is not nature is barren.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.

Enough! or Too much!

The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.

And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country. placing it under its mental deity.

Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood.

Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.

And at length they pronounced that the Gods had orderd such things.

Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.

### A Memorable Fancy

The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert. that God spake to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition.

Isaiah answer'd. I saw no God. nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then perswaded. & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.

Then I asked: does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so?

He replied. All poets believe that it does, & in ages of imagination

this firm perswasion removed mountains; but many are not capable of a firm perswasion of any thing.

Then Ezekiel said. The philosophy of the east taught the first principles of human perception some nations held one

principle for the origin & some another, we of Israel taught that the Poetic Genius (as you now call it) was the first principle and all the others merely derivative, which was the cause of our despising the Priests & Philosophers of other countries, and propheying that all Gods

would at last be

proved. to originate in ours & to be the tributaries of the Poetic Genius, it was this. that our great poet King David desired so fervently & invokes so patheticly, saying by this he conquers enemies & governs kingdoms; and we so loved our God.

that we cursed in his name all the deities of surrounding nations, and asserted that they had rebelled; from these opinions the vulgar came to think that all nations would at last be subject to the jews.

This said he, like all firm perswasions, is come to pass, for all nations believe the jews code and worship the jews god, and what greater subjection can be

I heard this with some wonder, & must confess my own conviction. After dinner I ask'd Isaiah to favour the world with his lost works, he said none of equal value was lost. Ezekiel said the same of his.

I also asked Isaiah what made him go naked and barefoot three years? he answerd, the same that made our friend Diogenes the Grecian.

I then asked Ezekiel. why he eat dung, & lay so long on his right & left side? he answerd. the desire of raising other men into a perception of the infinite this the North American tribes practise. & is he honest who resists his genius or conscience.

only for the sake of present ease or gratification?

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true. as I have heard from Hell.

For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite. and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.

This will come to pass by a improvement of sensual enjoyment.

But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul, is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite.

For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro'narrow chinks of his cavern.

### A Memorable Fancy

I was in a Printing house in Hell & saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation.

In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing away the rubbish from a caves mouth; within, a number of Dragons were hollowing the cave,

In the second chamber was a Viper folding round the rock & the cave, and others adorning it with gold silver and precious stones.

In the third chamber was an Eagle with wings and feathers of air, he caused the inside of the cave to be infinite, around were numbers of Eagle like men, who built palaces in the immense cliffs.

In the fourth chamber were Lions of flaming fire raging around & melting the metals into living fluids.

In the fifth chamber were Unnam'd forms, which cast the metals into the expanse.

There they were reciev'd by Men who occupied the sixth chamber, and took the forms of books & were arranged in libraries.

The Giants who formed this world into its sensual existence and now seem to live in it in chains; are in truth. the causes of its life & the sources of all activity, but the chains are, the cunning of weak and tame minds. which have power to resist energy. according to the proverb, the weak in courage is strong in cunning.

Thus one portion of being, is the Prolific. the other, the Devouring: to the devourer it seems as if the producer was in his chains, but it is not so, he only takes portions of existence and fancies that the whole.

But the Prolific would cease to be Prolific unless the Devourer as a sea recieved the excess of his delights.

Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.

These two classes of men are always upon earth, & they should be enemies; whoever tries

to reconcile them seeks to destroy existence.

Religion is an endeavour to reconcile the two.

Note. Jesus Christ did not wish to unite but to seperate them, as in the Parable of sheep and goats! & he says I came not to send Peace but a Sword.

Messiah or Satan or Tempter was formerly thought to be one of the Antediluvians who are our Energies.

### A Memorable Fancy

An Angel came to me and said. O pitiable foolish young man!

O horrible! O dreadful state! consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou art going in such career.

I said. perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal lot & we will contemplate together upon it and see whether your lot or mine is most desirable

So he took me thro' a stable & thro' a church & down into the church vault at the end of which was a mill: thro' the mill we went, and came to a cave. down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way till a void boundless as a nether sky appeard beneath us & we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said, if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also, if you will not I will? but he answerd. do not presume O young-man but as we here remain behold thy lot which will soon appear when the darkness passes away

So I remaind with him sitting in the twisted root of

an oak. he was suspended in a fungus which hung with the head downward into the deep:

By degrees we beheld the infinite Abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but shining round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd vast spiders, crawling after their prey; which flew or rather swum in the infinite deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals sprung from corruption. & the air was full of them, & seemd composed of them; these are Devils. and are called Powers of the air, I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot? he said, between the black & white spiders

But now, from between the black & white spiders a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro the deep blackning all beneath, so that the nether deep grew black as a sea & rolled with a terrible noise: beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking east between the clouds & the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire and not many stones throw from us appeard and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent.

at last to the east, distant about three degrees appeard a fiery crest above the waves slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks till we discoverd two globes of crimson fire. from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke, and now we saw, it was the head of Leviathan. his forehead was divided into streaks of green & purple like those on a tygers forehead: soon we saw his mouth & red gills hang just above the raging foam tinging the black deep with beams of bood, advancing toward us with all the

fury of a spiritual existence.

My friend the Angel climb'd up from his station into the mill; I remain'd alone, & then this appearance was no more, but I found

myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moon light hearing a harper who sung to the harp. & his theme was, The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, & breeds reptiles of the mind.

But I arose, and sought for the mill, & there I found my Angel, who surprised asked me, how I escaped?

I answerd. All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics: for when you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight hearing a harper, But now we have seen my eternal lot, shall I shew you yours? he laughd at my proposal: but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms, & flew westerly thro' the night, till we were elevated above the earths shadow: then I flung myself with him directly into the body of the sun, here I clothed myself in white, & taking in my hand Swedenborgs volumes sunk from the glorious clime, and passed all the planets till we came to saturn, here I staid to rest & then leap'd into the void, between saturn & the fixed stars.

Here said I! is your lot, in this space, if space it may be calld, Soon we saw the stable and the church, & I took him to the altar and open'd the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I descended driving the Angel before me, soon we saw seven houses of brick, one we enterd; in it were a

number of monkeys,

baboons, & all of that species chaind by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but witheld by the shortness of their chains: however I saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then the weak were caught by the strong and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with & then devourd, by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body was left a helpless trunk. this after grinning & kissing it with seeming fondness they devourd too; and here & there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off of his own tail; as the stench terribly annoyd us both we went into the mill, & I in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotles Analytics.

So the Angel said: thy phantasy has imposed upon me & thou oughtest to be ashamed.

I answerd: we impose on one another, & it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.

Opposition is true Friendship.

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning:

Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; tho' it is only the Contents or Index of already publish'd books A man carried a monkey about for a shew, & because he was a little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as much

wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shews the folly of churches & exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all are religious. & himself the single

one on earth that ever broke a net.

Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth: Now hear another: he has written all the old falshoods.

And now hear the reason. He conversed with Angels who are all religious, & conversed not with Devils who all hate religion, for he was incapable thro' his conceited notions.

Thus Swedenborgs writings are a recapitulation of all superficial opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no further.

Have now another plain fact: Any man of mechanical talents may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen, produce ten thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborg's.

and from those of Dante or Shakespear, an infinite number.

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

### A Memorable Fancy

Once I saw a Devil in a flame of fire. who arose before an Angel that sat on a cloud. and the Devil utterd these words.

The worship of God is. Honouring his gifts in other men each according to his genius. and loving the greatest men best, those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there is no other God.

The Angel hearing this became almost blue but mastering himself he grew yellow, & at last white pink & smiling, and then replied, Thou Idolater, is not God One? & is not he visible in Jesus Christ? and has not Jesus Christ given his sanction to the law of ten commandments and are not all other men fools, sinners, & nothings?

The Devil answer'd; bray a fool in a morter with wheat. yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him: if Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now hear how he has given his sanction to the law of ten

commandments: did he not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the sabbaths God? murder those who were murderd because of him? turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery? steal the labor of others to support him? bear false witness when he omitted making a defence before Pilate? covet when he pray'd for his disciples, and when he bid them shake off the dust of their feet against such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist without breaking these ten commandments: Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse: not from rules.

When he had so spoken: I beheld the Angel who stretched out his arms embracing the flame of fire & he was consumed and arose as Elijah.

Note. This Angel, who is now become a Devil, is my

particular friend: we often read the Bible together in its infernal or diabolical sense which the world shall have if they behave well

I have also: The Bible of Hell: which the world shall have whether they will or no.

One Law for the Lion & Ox is Oppression

### A Song of Liberty

1. The Eternal Female groand! it was heard over all the Earth: 2. Albions coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!

3 Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean! France rend down thy dungeon; 4. Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;

5. Cast thy keys O Rome into the deep down falling, even to eternity down falling,

6. And weep!

7. In her trembling hands she took the new, born terror howling; 8. On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king!

9. Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.

10. The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield, forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.

11. The fire, the fire, is falling!

12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London. enlarge thy countenance; O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and wine; O African! black African! (go. winged thought widen his forehead.) 13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair,shot like the sinking sun into the western sea.

14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary, element roaring fled away: 15. Down rushd beating his wings in vain the jealous king: his grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots horses, elephants: banners, castles, slings and rocks,

16. Falling, rushing, ruining! buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens.

17. All night beneath the ruins, then their sullen flames faded emerge round the gloomy king,

18. With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness he promulgates his ten commands,

glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay,

19. Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her golden breast,

20. Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying

Empire is no more! and now the lion & wolf shall cease.

#### Chorus

Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!

For every thing that lives is Holy.

# Visions of the Daughters of Albion (1793)

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### The Argument

> I loved Theotormon
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> And I was not ashamed
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> I trembled in my virgin fears
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> And I hid in Leutha's vale!

> I plucked Leutha's flower,
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> And I rose up from the vale;
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> But the terrible thunders tore
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> My virgin mantle in twain.
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### Visions

> ENSLAV'D, the Daughters of Albion weep: a trembling lamentation
> 
> Upon their mountains; in their valleys. sighs toward America.

> For the soft soul of America, Oothoon wanderd in woe,
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> Along the vales of Leutha seeking flowers to comfort her;
> 
> And thus she spoke to the bright Marygold of Leutha's vale

> Art thou a flower! art thou a nymph! I see thee now a flower;
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> Now a nymph! I dare not pluck thee from thy dewy bed!

> The Golden nymph replied; pluck thou my flower Oothoon the mild
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> Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight
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> Can never pass away. she ceas'd & closd her golden shrine.

> Then Oothoon pluck'd the flower saying, I pluck thee from thy bed
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> Sweet flower. and put thee here to glow between my breasts
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> And thus I turn my face to where my whole soul seeks.

> Over the waves she went in wing'd exulting swift delight;
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> And over Theotormons reign, took her impetuous course.

> Bromion rent her with his thunders. on his stormy bed
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> Lay the faint maid, and soon her woes appalld his thunders hoarse

> Bromion spoke. behold this harlot here on Bromions bed,
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> And let the jealous dolphins sport around the lovely maid;
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> Thy soft American plains are mine, and mine thy north & south:
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> Stampt with my signet are the swarthy children of the sun:
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> They are obedient, they resist not, they obey the scourge:
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> Their daughters worship terrors and obey the violent:

> Now thou maist marry Bromions harlot, and protect the child
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> Of Bromions rage, that Oothoon shall put forth in nine moons time

> Then storms rent Theotormons limbs; he rolld his waves around.
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> And folded his black jealous waters round the adulterate pair
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> Bound back to back in Bromions caves terror & meekness dwell

> At entrance Theotormon sits wearing the threshold hard
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> With secret tears; beneath him sound like waves on a desart shore
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> The voice of slaves beneath the sun, and children bought with money.
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> That shiver in religious caves beneath the burning fires
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> Of lust, that belch incessant from the summits of the earth

> Oothoon weeps not: she cannot weep! her tears are locked up;
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> But she can howl incessant writhing her soft snowy limbs.
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> And calling Theotormons Eagles to prey upon her flesh.

> I call with holy voice! kings of the sounding air,
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> Rend away this defiled bosom that I may reflect.
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> The image of Theotormon on my pure transparent breast.

> The Eagles at her call descend & rend their bleeding prey;
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> Theotormon severely smiles. her soul reflects the smile;
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> As the clear spring mudded with feet of beasts grows pure & smiles.

> The Daughters of Albion hear her woes. & eccho back her sighs.

> Why does my Theotormon sit weeping upon the threshold;
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> And Oothoon hovers by his side, perswading him in vain:
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> I cry arise O Theotormon for the village dog
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> Barks at the breaking day. the nightingale has done lamenting.
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> The lark does rustle in the ripe corn, and the Eagle returns
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> From nightly prey, and lifts his golden beak to the pure east;
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> Shaking the dust from his immortal pinions to awake
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> The sun that sleeps too long. Arise my Theotormon I am pure.
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> Because the night is gone that clos'd me in its deadly black.
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> They told me that the night & day were all that I could see;
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> They told me that I had five senses to inclose me up.
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> And they inclos'd my infinite brain into a narrow circle,
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> And sunk my heart into the Abyss, a red round globe hot burning
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> Till all from life I was obliterated and erased.
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> Instead of morn arises a bright shddow, like an eye
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> In the eastern cloud: instead of night a sickly charnel house;
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> That Theotormon hears me not! to him the night and morn
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> Are both alike: a night of sighs, a morning of fresh tears;

> And none but Bromion can hear my lamentations.

> With what sense is it that the chicken shuns the ravenous hawk?
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> With what sense does the tame pigeon measure out the expanse?
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> With what sense does the bee form cells? have not the mouse & frog
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> Eyes and ears and sense of touch? yet are their habitations.
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> And their pursuits, as different as their forms and as their joys:
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> Ask the wild ass why he refuses burdens: and the meek camel
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> Why he loves man: is it because of eye ear mouth or skin
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> Or breathing nostrils? No. for these the wolf and tyger have.
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> Ask the blind worm the secrets of the grave, and why her spires
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> Love to curl round the bones of death; and ask the rav'nous snake
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> Where she gets poison: & the wing'd eagle why he loves the sun
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> And then tell me the thoughts of man, that have been hid of old.

> Silent I hover all the night, and all day could be silent.
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> If Theotormon once would turn his loved eyes upon me;
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> How can I be defild when I reflect thy image pure?
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> Sweetest the fruit that the worm feeds on. & the soul prey'd on by woe
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> The new wash'd lamb ting'd with the village smoke & the bright swan
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> By the red earth of our immortal river: I bathe my wings.
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> And I am white and pure to hover round Theotormons breast.

> Then Theotormon broke his silence. and he answered.

> Tell me what is the night or day to one o'erflowd with woe?
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> Tell me what is a thought? & of what substance is it made?
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> Tell me what is a joy? & in what gardens do joys grow?
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> And in what rivers swim the sorrows? and upon what mountains

> Wave shadows of discontent? and in what houses dwell the wretched
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> Drunken with woe forgotten. and shut up from cold despair.

> Tell me where dwell the thoughts forgotten till thou call them forth
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> Tell me where dwell the joys of old! & where the ancient loves?
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> And when will they renew again & the night of oblivion past?
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> That I might traverse times & spaces far remote and bring
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> Comforts into a present sorrow and a night of pain
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> Where goest thou O thought? to what remote land is thy flight?
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> If thou returnest to the present moment of affliction
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> Wilt thou bring comforts on thy wings. and dews and honey and balm;
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> Or poison from the desart wilds, from the eyes of the envier.

> Then Bromion said: and shook the cavern with his lamentation

> Thou knowest that the ancient trees seen by thine eyes have fruit;
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> But knowest thou that trees and fruits flourish upon the earth
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> To gratify senses unknown? trees beasts and birds unknown:
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> Unknown, not unpercievd, spread in the infinite microscope,
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> In places yet unvisited by the voyager. and in worlds
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> Over another kind of seas, and in atmospheres unknown:
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> Ah! are there other wars, beside the wars of sword and fire!
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> And are there other sorrows, beside the sorrows of poverty!
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> And are there other joys, beside the joys of riches and ease?
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> And is there not one law for both the lion and the ox?
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> And is there not eternal fire, and eternal chains?
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> To bind the phantoms of existence from eternal life?

> Then Oothoon waited silent all the day. and all the night,
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> But when the morn arose, her lamentation renewd,
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> The Daughters of Albion hear her woes, & eccho back her sighs.
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> O Urizen! Creator of men! mistaken Demon of heaven:
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> Thy joys are tears! thy labour vain, to form men to thine image.
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> How can one joy absorb another? are not different joys
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> Holy, eternal, infinite! and each joy is a Love.

> Does not the great mouth laugh at a gift? & the narrow eyelids mock
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> At the labour that is above payment, and wilt thou take the ape
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> For thy councellor? or the dog, for a schoolmaster to thy children?
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> Does he who contemns poverty, and he who turns with abhorrence
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> From usury: feel the same passion or are they moved alike?
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> How can the giver of gifts experience the delights of the merchant?
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> How the industrious citizen the pains of the husbandman.
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> How different far the fat fed hireling with hollow drum;
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> Who buys whole corn fields into wastes, and sings upon the heath:

> How different their eye and ear! how different the world to them!
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> With what sense does the parson claim the labour of the farmer?
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> What are his nets & gins & traps. & how does he surround him
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> With cold floods of abstraction, and with forests of solitude,
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> To build him castles and high spires. where kings & priests may dwell.
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> Till she who burns with youth. and knows no fixed lot; is bound
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> In spells of law to one she loaths: and must she drag the chain
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> Of life, in weary lust! must chilling murderous thoughts. obscure
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> The clear heaven of her eternal spring? to bear the wintry rage
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> Of a harsh terror driv'n to madness, bound to hold a rod
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> Over her shrinking shoulders all the day; & all the night
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> To turn the wheel of false desire: and longings that wake her womb
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> To the abhorred birth of cherubs in the human form
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> That live a pestilence & die a meteor & are no more.
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> Till the child dwell with one he hates. and do the deed he loaths
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> And the impure scourge force his seed into its unripe birth
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> E'er yet his eyelids can behold the arrows of the day.

> Does the whale worship at thy footsteps as the hungry dog?
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> Or does he scent the mountain prey, because his nostrils wide
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> Draw in the ocean? does his eye discern the flying cloud
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> As the ravens eye? or does he measure the expanse like the vulture?
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> Does the still spider view the cliffs where eagles hide their young?
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> Or does the fly rejoice. because the harvest is brought in?
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> Does not the eagle scorn the earth & despise the treasures beneath?
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> But the mole knoweth what is there, & the worm shall tell it thee.
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> Does not the worm erect a pillar in the mouldering church yard?

> And a palace of eternity in the jaws of the hungry grave
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> Over his porch these words are written. Take thy bliss O Man!
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> And sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!

> Infancy, fearless, lustful, happy! nestling for delight
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> In laps of pleasure; Innocence! honest, open, seeking
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> The vigorous joys of morning light; open to virgin bliss.
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> Who taught thee modesty, subtil modesty! child of night & sleep
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> When thou awakest, wilt thou dissemble all thy secret joys
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> Or wert thou not awake when all this mystery was disclos'd!
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> Then com'st thou forth a modest virgin knowing to dissemble
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> With nets found under thy night pillow, to catch virgin joy,
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> And brand it with the name of whore; & sell it in the night,
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> In silence. ev'n without a whisper, and in seeming sleep:
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> Religious dreams and holy vespers, light thy smoky fires:
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> Once were thy fires lighted by the eyes of honest morn
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> And does my Theotormon seek this hypocrite modesty!
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> This knowing, artful, secret, fearful, cautious, trembling hypocrite.

> Then is Oothoon a whore indeed! and all the virgin joys
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> Of life are harlots: and Theotormon is a sick mans dream
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> And Oothoon is the crafty slave of selfish holiness.

> But Oothoon is not so, a virgin fill'd with virgin fancies
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> Open to joy and to delight where ever beauty appears
> 
> If in the morning sun I find it: there my eyes are fix'd

> In happy copulation; if in evening mild. wearied with work;
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> Sit on a bank and draw the pleasures of this free born joy.

> The moment of desire! the moment of desire! The virgin
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> That pines for man; shall awaken her womb to enormous joys
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> In the secret shadows of her chamber; the youth shut up from
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> The lustful joy. shall forget to generate. & create an amorous image
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> In the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow.
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> Are not these the places of religion? the rewards of continence?
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> The self enjoyings of self denial? Why dost thou seek religion?
> 
> Is it because acts are not lovely, that thou seekest solitude,
> 
> Where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire.

> Father of jealousy. be thou accursed from the earth!
> 
> Why hast thou taught my Theotormon this accursed thing?
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> Till beauty fades from off my shoulders darken'd and cast out,
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> A solitary shadow wailing on the margin of non-entity.

> I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
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> Can that be Love, that drinks another as a sponge drinks water?
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> That clouds with jealousy his nights, with weepings all the day:
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> To spin a web of age around him. grey and hoary! dark!
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> Till his eyes sicken at the fruit that hangs before his sight.
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> Such is self-love that envies all! a creeping skeleton
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> With lamplike eyes watching around the frozen marriage bed.

> But silken nets and traps of adamant will Oothoon spread,
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> And catch for thee girls of mild silver, or of furious gold;
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> I'll lie beside thee on a bank & view their wanton play
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> In lovely copulation bliss on bliss with Theotormon:
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> Red as the rosy morning, lustful as the firstborn beam,
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> Oothoon shall view his dear delight, nor e'er with jealous cloud
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> Come in the heaven of generous love; nor selfish blightings bring.
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> Does the sun walk in glorious raiment, on the secret floor

> Where the cold miser spreads his gold? or does the bright cloud drop
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> On his stone threshold? does his eye behold the beam that brings
> 
> Expansion to the eye of pity? or will he bind himself
> 
> Beside the ox to thy hard furrow? does not that mild beam blot

> The bat, the owl, the glowing tyger, and the king of night.
> 
> The sea fowl takes the wintry blast. for a cov'ring to her limbs:
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> And the wild snake, the pestilence to adorn him with gems & gold.
> 
> And trees. & birds. & beasts. & men. behold their eternal joy.
> 
> Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy!
> 
> Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!

> Thus every morning wails Oothoon. but Theotormon sits
> 
> Upon the margind ocean conversing with shadows dire.

> The Daughters of Albion hear her woes, & eccho back her sighs.
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*** * * *The End** *** * * ***

# For Children: The Gates of Paradise (1793)

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### What is Man!

1 I found him beneath a Tree

2 Water

3 Earth

4 Air

5 Fire.

6 At length for hatching ripe he breaks the shell

7 Alas!

8 My Son! my Son!

9 I want! I want!

10 Help! Help!

11 Aged Ignorance

12 Does thy God O Priest take such vengeance as this?

13 Fear & Hope are — Vision

14 The Traveller hasteth in the Evening

15 Death's Door

16 I have said to the Worm Thou art my mother & my sister

# America A Prophecy (1793)

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### Preludium

> The shadowy daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc.
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> When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode; 
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> His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron; 
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> Crown'd with a helmet & dark hair the nameless female stood; 
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> A quiver with its burning stores, a bow like that of night, 
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> When pestilence is shot from heaven; no other arms she need: 
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> Invulnerable tho' naked, save where clouds roll round her loins, 
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> Their awful folds in the dark air; silent she stood as night; 
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> For never from her iron tongue could voice or sound arise; 
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> But dumb till that dread day when Orc assay'd his fierce embrace.
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> Dark virgin; said the hairy youth, thy father stern abhorr'd; 
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> Rivets my tenfold chains while still on high my spirit soars; 
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> Sometimes an eagle screaming in the sky, sometimes a lion, 
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> Stalking upon the mountains, & sometimes a whale I lash 
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> The raging fathomless abyss, anon a serpent folding
> 
> Around the pillars of Urthona, and round thy dark limbs, 
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> On the Canadian wilds I fold, feeble my spirit folds.
> 
> For chaind beneath I rend these caverns; when thou bringest food 
> 
> I howl my joy! and my red eyes seek to behold thy face 
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> In vain! these clouds roll to & fro, & hide thee from my sight.
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> Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy,
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> The hairy shoulders rend the links, free are the wrists of fire; 
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> Round the terrific loins he siez'd the panting struggling womb; 
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> It joy'd: she put aside her clouds & smiled her firstborn smile; 
> 
> As when a black cloud shews its light'nings to the silent deep.
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>   
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> Soon as she saw the terrible boy then burst the virgin cry.
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> I know thee, I have found thee, & I will not let thee go; 
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> Thou art the image of God who dwells in darkness of Africa; 
> 
> And thou art fall'n to give me life in regions of dark death.
> 
> On my American plains I feel the struggling afflictions 
> 
> Endur'd by roots that writhe their arms into the nether deep: 
> 
> I see a serpent in Canada, who courts me to his love; 
> 
> In Mexico an Eagle, and a Lion in Peru;
> 
> I see a Whale in the South-sea, drinking my soul away.
> 
> O what limb rending pains I feel. thy fire & my frost 
> 
> Mingle in howling pains, in furrows by thy lightnings rent; 
> 
> This is eternal death; and this the torment long foretold.
> 
> The stern Bard ceas'd, asham'd of his own song; enrag'd he swung 
> 
> His harp aloft sounding, then dash'd its shining frame against 
> 
> A ruin'd pillar in glittring fragments; silent he turn'd away, 
> 
> And wander'd down the vales of Kent in sick & drear lamentings.
> 
>   
>

#### A Prophecy

> The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent,   
> 
> 
> Sullen fires across the Atlantic glow to America's shore: 
> 
> Piercing the souls of warlike men, who rise in silent night, 
> 
> Washington, Franklin, Paine & Warren, Gates, Hancock & Green; 
> 
> Meet on the coast glowing with blood from Albions fiery Prince.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Washington spoke; Friends of America look over the Atlantic sea; 
> 
> A bended bow is lifted in heaven, & a heavy iron chain 
> 
> Descends link by link from Albions cliffs across the sea to bind 
> 
> Brothers & sons of America, till our faces pale and yellow; 
> 
> Heads deprest, voices weak, eyes downcast, hands work-bruis'd, 
> 
> Feet bleeding on the sultry sands, and the furrows of the whip 
> 
> Descend to generations that in future times forget.–-
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The strong voice ceas'd; for a terrible blast swept over the heaving sea; 
> 
> The eastern cloud rent; on his cliffs stood Albions wrathful Prince 
> 
> A dragon form clashing his scales at midnight he arose, 
> 
> And flam'd red meteors round the land of Albion beneath 
> 
> His voice, his locks, his awful shoulders, and his glowing eyes,
> 
> Appear to the Americans upon the cloudy night.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Solemn heave the Atlantic waves between the gloomy nations, 
> 
> Swelling, belching from its deeps red clouds & raging Fires!
> 
> Albion is sick. America faints! enrag'd the Zenith grew.
> 
> As human blood shooting its veins all round the orbed heaven 
> 
> Red rose the clouds from the Atlantic in vast wheels of blood 
> 
> And in the red clouds rose a Wonder o'er the Atlantic sea; 
> 
> Intense! naked! a Human fire fierce glowing, as the wedge 
> 
> Of iron heated in the furnace; his terrible limbs were fire 
> 
> With myriads of cloudy terrors banners dark & towers 
> 
> Surrounded; heat but not light went thro' the murky atmosphere
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The King of England looking westward trembles at the vision
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albions Angel stood beside the Stone of night, and saw 
> 
> The terror like a comet, or more like the planet red
> 
> That once inclos'd the terrible wandering comets in its sphere.
> 
> Then Mars thou wast our center, & the planets three flew round 
> 
> Thy crimson disk; so e'er the Sun was rent from thy red sphere; 
> 
> The Spectre glowd his horrid length staining the temple long 
> 
> With beams of blood; & thus a voice came forth, and shook the temple
> 
> The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; 
> 
> The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up; 
> 
> The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd.
> 
> Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing! awakening!
> 
> Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst;
> 
> Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field: 
> 
> Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air; 
> 
> Let the inchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing, 
> 
> Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years; 
> 
> Rise and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open.
> 
> And let his wife and children return from the opressors scourge; 
> 
> They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream.
> 
> Singing. The Sun has left his blackness, & has found a fresher morning 
> 
> And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night; 
> 
> For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In thunders ends the voice. Then Albions Angel wrathful burnt 
> 
> Beside the Stone of Night; and like the Eternal Lions howl 
> 
> In famine & war, reply'd. Art thou not Orc, who serpent-form'd
> 
> Stands at the gate of Enitharmon to devour her children; 
> 
> Blasphemous Demon, Antichrist, hater of Dignities;
> 
> Lover of wild rebellion, and transgresser of Gods Law; 
> 
> Why dost thou come to Angels eyes in this terrific form?
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The terror answerd: I am Orc, wreath'd round the accursed tree:
> 
> The times are ended; shadows pass the morning gins to break; 
> 
> The fiery joy, that Urizen perverted to ten commands, 
> 
> What night he led the starry hosts thro' the wide wilderness: 
> 
> That stony law I stamp to dust: and scatter religion abroad 
> 
> To the four winds as a torn book, & none shall gather the leaves; 
> 
> But they shall rot on desart sands, & consume in bottomless deeps; 
> 
> To make the desarts blossom, & the deeps shrink to their fountains, 
> 
> And to renew the fiery joy, and burst the stony roof.
> 
> That pale religious letchery, seeking Virginity,
> 
> May find it in a harlot, and in coarse-clad honesty
> 
> The undefil'd tho' ravish'd in her cradle night and morn: 
> 
> For every thing that lives is holy, life delights in life; 
> 
> Because the soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd.
> 
> Fires inwrap the earthly globe, yet man is not consumd; 
> 
> Amidst the lustful fires he walks: his feet become like brass, 
> 
> His knees and thighs like silver, & his breast and head like gold.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my Thirteen Angels!
> 
> Loud howls the eternal Wolf! the eternal Lion lashes his tail!
> 
> America is darkned; and my punishing Demons terrified 
> 
> Crouch howling before their caverns deep like skins dry'd in the wind.
> 
> They cannot smite the wheat, nor quench the fatness of the earth.
> 
> They cannot smite with sorrows, nor subdue the plow and spade.
> 
> They cannot wall the city, nor moat round the castle of princes.
> 
> They cannot bring the stubbed oak to overgrow the hills.
> 
> For terrible men stand on the shores, & in their robes I see 
> 
> Children take shelter from the lightnings, there stands Washington 
> 
> And Paine and Warren with their foreheads reard toward the east 
> 
> But clouds obscure my aged sight. A vision from afar!  
> 
> 
> Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels: 
> 
> Ah vision from afar! Ah rebel form that rent the ancient 
> 
> Heavens; Eternal Viper self-renew'd, rolling in clouds 
> 
> I see thee in thick clouds and darkness on America's shore.
> 
> Writhing in pangs of abhorred birth; red flames the crest rebellious 
> 
> And eyes of death; the harlot womb oft opened in vain 
> 
> Heaves in enormous circles, now the times are return'd upon thee, 
> 
> Devourer of thy parent, now thy unutterable torment renews.
> 
> Sound! sound! my loud war trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels!  
> 
> 
> Ah terrible birth! a young one bursting! where is the weeping mouth?
> 
> And where the mothers milk? instead those ever-hissing jaws 
> 
> And parched lips drop with fresh gore; now roll thou in the clouds
> 
> Thy mother lays her length outstretch'd upon the shore beneath.
> 
> Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels!
> 
> Loud howls the eternal Wolf: the eternal Lion lashes his tail!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus wept the Angel voice & as he wept the terrible blasts 
> 
> Of trumpets, blew a loud alarm across the Atlantic deep.
> 
> No trumpets answer; no reply of clarions or of fifes, 
> 
> Silent the Colonies remain and refuse the loud alarm.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> On those vast shady hills between America & Albions shore; 
> 
> Now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea: call'd Atlantean hills: 
> 
> Because from their bright summits you may pass to the Golden world 
> 
> An ancient palace, archetype of mighty Emperies,
> 
> Rears its immortal pinnacles, built in the forest of God 
> 
> By Ariston the king of beauty for his stolen bride,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Here on their magic seats the thirteen Angels sat perturb'd 
> 
> For clouds from the Atlantic hover o'er the solemn roof.
> 
> Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll'd 
> 
> Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc 
> 
> And Bostons Angel cried aloud as they flew thro' the dark night.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He cried: Why trembles honesty and like a murderer,
> 
> Why seeks he refuge from the frowns of his immortal station!
> 
> Must the generous tremble & leave his joy, to the idle: to the pestilence!
> 
> That mock him? who commanded this? what God? what Angel!
> 
> To keep the gen'rous from experience till the ungenerous 
> 
> Are unrestraind performers of the energies of nature; 
> 
> Till pity is become a trade, and generosity a science, 
> 
> That men get rich by, & the sandy desart is giv'n to the strong 
> 
> What God is he, writes laws of peace, & clothes him in a tempest 
> 
> What pitying Angel lusts for tears, and fans himself with sighs 
> 
> What crawling villain preaches abstinence & wraps himself 
> 
> In fat of lambs? no more I follow, no more obedience pay.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So cried he, rending off his robe & throwing down his scepter.
> 
> In sight of Albions Guardian, and all the thirteen Angels 
> 
> Rent off their robes to the hungry wind, & threw their golden scepters 
> 
> Down on the land of America. indignant they descended 
> 
> Headlong from out their heav'nly heights, descending swift as fires 
> 
> Over the land; naked & flaming are their lineaments seen 
> 
> In the deep gloom, by Washington & Paine & Warren they stood 
> 
> And the flame folded roaring fierce within the pitchy night 
> 
> Before the Demon red, who burnt towards America,
> 
> In black smoke thunders and loud winds rejoicing in its terror
> 
> Breaking in smoky wreaths from the wild deep, & gath'ring thick 
> 
> In flames as of a furnace on the land from North to South 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> What time the thirteen Governors that England sent convene 
> 
> In Bernards house; the flames coverd the land, they rouze they cry 
> 
> Shaking their mental chains they rush in fury to the sea 
> 
> To quench their anguish; at the feet of Washington down fall'n 
> 
> They grovel on the sand and writhing lie, while all  
> 
> 
> The British soldiers thro' the thirteen states sent up a howl 
> 
> Of anguish: threw their swords & muskets to the earth & ran 
> 
> From their encampments and dark castles seeking where to hide 
> 
> From the grim flames; and from the visions of Orc; in sight 
> 
> Of Albions Angel; who enrag'd his secret clouds open'd 
> 
> From north to south, and burnt outstretchd on wings of wrath cov'ring 
> 
> The eastern sky, spreading his awful wings across the heavens; 
> 
> Beneath him roll'd his num'rous hosts, all Albions Angels camp'd 
> 
> Darkend the Atlantic mountains & their trumpets shook the valleys 
> 
> Arm'd with diseases of the earth to cast upon the Abyss, 
> 
> Their numbers forty millions, must'ring in the eastern sky.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In the flames stood & view'd the armies drawn out in the sky 
> 
> Washington Franklin Paine & Warren Allen Gates & Lee: 
> 
> And heard the voice of Albions Angel give the thunderous command: 
> 
> His plagues obedient to his voice flew forth out of their clouds 
> 
> Falling upon America, as a storm to cut them off
> 
> As a blight cuts the tender corn when it begins to appear.
> 
> Dark is the heaven above, & cold & hard the earth beneath; 
> 
> And as a plague wind fill'd with insects cuts off man & beast; 
> 
> And as a sea o'erwhelms a land in the day of an earthquake;
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Fury! rage! madness! in a wind swept through America
> 
> And the red flames of Orc that folded roaring fierce around 
> 
> The angry shores, and the fierce rushing of th'inhabitants together: 
> 
> The citizens of New-York close their books & lock their chests; 
> 
> The mariners of Boston drop their anchors and unlade; 
> 
> The scribe of Pensylvania casts his pen upon the earth; 
> 
> The builder of Virginia throws his hammer down in fear.
> 
> Then had America been lost, o'erwhelm'd by the Atlantic, 
> 
> And Earth had lost another portion of the infinite,
> 
> But all rush together in the night in wrath and raging fire 
> 
> The red fires rag'd! the plagues recoil'd! then rolld they back with fury
> 
>   
> 
> 
> On Albions Angels; then the Pestilence began in streaks of red 
> 
> Across the limbs of Albions Guardian, the spotted plague smote Bristols
> 
> And the Leprosy Londons Spirit, sickening all their bands: 
> 
> The millions sent up a howl of anguish and threw off their hammerd mail, 
> 
> And cast their swords & spears to earth, & stood a naked multitude.
> 
> Albions Guardian writhed in torment on the eastern sky 
> 
> Pale quivring toward the brain his glimmering eyes, teeth chattering 
> 
> Howling & shuddering his legs quivering; convuls'd each muscle & sinew 
> 
> Sick'ning lay Londons Guardian, and the ancient miter'd York 
> 
> Their heads on snowy hills, their ensigns sick'ning in the sky
> 
> The plagues creep on the burning winds driven by flames of Orc, 
> 
> And by the fierce Americans rushing together in the night 
> 
> Driven o'er the Guardians of Ireland and Scotland and Wales 
> 
> They spotted with plagues forsook the frontiers & their banners seard 
> 
> With fires of hell, deform their ancient heavens with shame & woe.
> 
> Hid in his caves the Bard of Albion felt the enormous plagues.
> 
> And a cowl of flesh grew o'er his head & scales on his back & ribs; 
> 
> And rough with black scales all his Angels fright their ancient heavens 
> 
> The doors of marriage are open, and the Priests in rustling scales 
> 
> Rush into reptile coverts, hiding from the fires of Orc, 
> 
> That play around the golden roofsin wreaths of fierce desire, 
> 
> Leaving the females naked and glowing with the lusts of youth
> 
> For the female spirits of the dead pining in bonds of religion; 
> 
> Run from their fetters reddening, & in long drawn arches sitting: 
> 
> They feel the nerves of youth renew, and desires of ancient times, 
> 
> Over their pale limbs as a vine when the tender grape appears
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Over the hills, the vales, the cities, rage the red flames fierce; 
> 
> The Heavens melted from north to south; and Urizen who sat 
> 
> Above all heavens in thunders wrap'd, emerg'd his leprous head 
> 
> From out his holy shrine, his tears in deluge piteous 
> 
> Falling into the deep sublime! flag'd with grey-brow'd snows 
> 
> And thunderous visages, his jealous wings wav'd over the deep; 
> 
> Weeping in dismal howling woe he dark descended howling 
> 
> Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling shudd'ring cold.
> 
> His stored snows he poured forth, and his icy magazines 
> 
> He open'd on the deep, and on the Atlantic sea white shiv'ring.
> 
> Leprous his limbs, all over white, and hoary was his visage.
> 
> Weeping in dismal howlings before the stern Americans 
> 
> Hiding the Demon red with clouds & cold mists from the earth; 
> 
> Till Angels & weak men twelve years should govern o'er the strong: 
> 
> And then their end should come, when France reciev'd the Demons light.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Stiff shudderings shook the heav'nly thrones! 
> 
> France Spain & Italy, In terror view'd the bands of Albion, and the ancient Guardians 
> 
> Fainting upon the elements, smitten with their own plagues
> 
> They slow advance to shut the five gates of their law-built heaven 
> 
> Filled with blasting fancies and with mildews of despair 
> 
> With fierce disease and lust, unable to stem the fires of Orc; 
> 
> But the five gates were consum'd, & their bolts and hinges melted 
> 
> And the fierce flames burnt round the heavens, & round the abodes of men

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# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1794)

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(Songs of Innocence first published 1789; combined with Songs of Experience in 1794)

## _Plates_

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## _Text_

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### _SONGS OF INNOCENCE_

### Introduction

Piping down the valleys wild

Piping songs of pleasant glee

On a cloud I saw a child.

And he laughing said to me.

Pipe a song about a Lamb;

So I piped with merry chear,

Piper pipe that song again—

So I piped, he wept to hear.

Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe

Sing thy songs of happy chear,

So I sung the same again

While he wept with joy to hear

Piper sit thee down and write

In a book that all may read—

So he vanish'd from my sight.

And I pluck'd a hollow reed.

And I made a rural pen,

And I stain'd the water clear,

And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear

### The Shepherd

How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lot,

From the morn to the evening he strays:

He shall follow his sheep all the day

And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lambs innocent call,

And he hears the ewes tender reply,

He is watchful while they are in peace,

For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.

### The Ecchoing Green

The Sun does arise,

And make happy the skies.

The merry bells ring

To welcome the Spring.

The sky-lark and thrush,

The birds of the bush,

Sing louder around,

To the bells chearful sound.

While our sports shall be seen

On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John with white hair

Does laugh away care,

Sitting under the oak,

Among the old folk,

They laugh at our play,

And soon they all say.

Such such were the joys.

When we all girls & boys,

In our youth-time were seen,

On the Ecchoing Green.

Till the little ones weary

No more can be merry

The sun does descend,

And our sports have an end:

Round the laps of their mothers,

Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nest,

Are ready for rest;

And sport no more seen,

On the darkening Green

.

### The Lamb

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee

Gave thee life & bid thee feed.

By the stream & o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing wooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice!

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee

Little Lamb I'll tell thee,

Little Lamb I'll tell thee!

He is called by thy name,

For he calls himself a Lamb:

He is meek & he is mild,

He became a little child:

I a child & thou a lamb,

We are called by his name.

Little Lamb God bless thee.

Little Lamb God bless thee.

### The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,

And I am black, but O! my soul is white;

White as an angel is the English child:

But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree

And sitting down before the heat of day,

She took me on her lap and kissed me,

And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live

And gives his light, and gives his heat away.

And flowers and trees and beasts and men recieve

Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

And we are put on earth a little space,

That we may learn to bear the beams of love,

And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face

Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear

The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.

Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,

And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me,

And thus I say to little English boy;

When I from black and he from white cloud free,

And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,

To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.

And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,

And be like him and he will then love me.

### The Blossom

Merry Merry Sparrow

Under leaves so green

A happy Blossom

Sees you swift as arrow

Seek your cradle narrow

Near my Bosom.

Pretty Pretty Robin

Under leaves so green

A happy Blossom

Hears you sobbing sobbing

Pretty Pretty Robin

Near my Bosom.

### The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young,

And my father sold me while yet my tongue,

Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep.

So your Chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head

That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said.

Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,

You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.

And so he was quiet, & that very night,

As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,

That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack

Were all of them lockd up in coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,

And he open'd the coffins & set them all free.

Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run

And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,

They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.

And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy,

He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark

And got with our bags & our brushes to work.

Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm,

So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

### The Little Boy Lost

Father, father, where are you going

O do not walk so fast.

Speak father, speak to your little boy

Or else I shall be lost,

The night was dark no father was there

The child was wet with dew,

The mire was deep, & the child did weep

And away the vapour flew.

### The Little Boy Found

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,

Led by the wand'ring light,

Began to cry, but God ever nigh,

Appeard like his father in white.

He kissed the child & by the hand led

And to his mother brought,

Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale

Her little boy weeping sought.

### Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh, with the voice of joy

And the dimpling stream runs laughing by,

When the air does laugh with our merry wit,

And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

When the meadows laugh with lively green

And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,

When Mary and Susan and Emily,

With their sweet round mouths sing Ha, Ha, He.

When the painted birds laugh in the shade

Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread

Come live & be merry and join with me,

To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He.

### A Cradle Song

Sweet dreams form a shade,

O'er my lovely infants head.

Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,

By happy silent moony beams.

Sweet sleep with soft down,

Weave thy brows an infant crown.

Sweet sleep Angel mild,

Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,

Hover over my delight.

Sweet smiles Mothers smiles

All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,

Chase not slumber from thy eyes.

Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,

All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child.

All creation slept and smil'd.

Sleep sleep, happy sleep,

While o'er thee thy mother weep.

Sweet babe in thy face,

Holy image I can trace.

Sweet babe once like thee,

Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,

When he was an infant small.

Thou his image ever see,

Heavenly face that smiles on thee.

Smiles on thee on me on all,

Who became an infant small,

Infant smiles are his own smiles.

Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

### The Divine Image

To Mercy Pity Peace and Love,

All pray in their distress:

And to these virtues of delight

Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy Pity Peace and Love,

Is God our father dear:

And Mercy Pity Peace and Love,

Is Man his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart

Pity, a human face:

And Love, the human form divine,

And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man of every clime,

That prays in his distress,

Prays to the human form divine

Love Mercy Pity Peace.

And all must love the human form,

In heathen, turk or jew.

Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell,

There God is dwelling too

### Holy Thursday

Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean

The children walking two & two in red & blue & green

Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow

Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town

Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own

The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs

Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song

Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among

Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door

### Night

The sun descending in the west.

The evening star does shine.

The birds are silent in their nest,

And I must seek for mine,

The moon like a flower,

In heavens high bower;

With silent delight,

Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell green fields and happy groves,

Where flocks have took delight;

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves

The feet of angels bright;

Unseen they pour blessing,

And joy without ceasing,

On each bud and blossom,

And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,

Where birds are coverd warm;

They visit caves of every beast,

To keep them all from harm;

If they see any weeping,

That should have been sleeping

They pour sleep on their head

And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tygers howl for prey

They pitying stand and weep;

Seeking to drive their thirst away,

And keep them from the sheep.

But if they rush dreadful;

The angels most heedful,

Recieve each mild spirit,

New worlds to inherit.

And there the lions ruddy eyes,

Shall flow with tears of gold:

And pitying the tender cries,

And walking round the fold:

Saying: wrath by his meekness

And by his health, sickness,

Is driven away,

From our immortal day.

And now beside thee bleating lamb,

I can lie down and sleep;

Or think on him who bore thy name,

Graze after thee and weep.

For wash'd in lifes river,

My bright mane for ever,

Shall shine like the gold,

As I guard o'er the fold.

### Spring

Sound the Flute!

Now it's mute.

Birds delight

Day and Night.

Nightingale

In the dale

Lark in Sky

Merrily

Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

Little Boy

Full of joy.

Little Girl

Sweet and small,

Cock does crow

So do you.

Merry voice

Infant noise

Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

Little Lamb

Here I am,

Come and lick

My white neck.

Let me pull

Your soft Wool.

Let me kiss

Your soft face.

Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year

### Nurse's Song

When the voices of children are heard on the green

And laughing is heard on the hill,

My heart is at rest within my breast

And every thing else is still

Then come home my children, the sun is gone down

And the dews of night arise

Come come leave off play, and let us away

Till the morning appears in the skies

No no let us play, for it is yet day

And we cannot go to sleep

Besides in the sky, the little birds fly

And the hills are all coverd with sheep

Well well go & play till the light fades away

And then go home to bed

The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd

And all the hills ecchoed

### Infant Joy

I have no name

I am but two days old.—

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name,—

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee;

Thou dost smile.

I sing the while

Sweet joy befall thee.

### A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade,

O'er my Angel-guarded bed,

That an Emmet lost it's way

Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled wilderd and folorn

Dark benighted travel-worn,

Over many a tangled spray

All heart-broke I heard her say.

O my children! do they cry

Do they hear their father sigh.

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me.

Pitying I drop'd a tear:

But I saw a glow-worm near:

Who replied. What wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night.

I am set to light the ground,

While the beetle goes his round:

Follow now the beetles hum,

Little wanderer hie thee home.

### On Anothers Sorrow

Can I see anothers woe,

And not be in sorrow too.

Can I see anothers grief,

And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,

And not feel my sorrows share,

Can a father see his child,

Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.

Can a mother sit and hear,

An infant groan an infant fear—

No no never can it be.

Never never can it be.

And can he who smiles on all

Hear the wren with sorrows small,

Hear the small birds grief & care

Hear the woes that infants bear—

And not sit beside the nest

Pouring pity in their breast,

And not sit the cradle near

Weeping tear on infants tear.

And not sit both night & day,

Wiping all our tears away.

O! no never can it be.

Never never can it be.

He doth give his joy to all.

He becomes an infant small.

He becomes a man of woe

He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,

And thy maker is not by.

Think not, thou canst weep a tear,

And thy maker is not near.

O! he gives to us his joy,

That our grief he may destroy

Till our grief is fled & gone

He doth sit by us and moan

### _SONGS of EXPERIENCE_

### Introduction

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Who Present, Past, & Future sees

Whose ears have heard,

The Holy Word,

That walk'd among the ancient trees.

Calling the lapsed Soul

And weeping in the evening dew:

That might controll,

The starry pole;

And fallen fallen light renew!

O Earth O Earth return!

Arise from out the dewy grass;

Night is worn,

And the morn

Rises from the slumberous mass,

Turn away no more:

Why wilt thou turn away

The starry floor

The watry shore

Is giv'n thee till the break of day.

### Earth's Answer

Earth rais'd up her head,

From the darkness dread & drear.

Her light fled:

Stony dread!

And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

Prison'd on watry shore

Starry Jealousy does keep my den

Cold and hoar

Weeping o'er

I hear the Father of the ancient men

Selfish father of men

Cruel jealous selfish fear

Can delight

Chain'd in night

The virgins of youth and morning bear.

Does spring hide its joy

When buds and blossoms grow?

Does the sower?

Sow by night?

Or the plowman in darkness plow?

Break this heavy chain,

That does freeze my bones around

Selfish! vain!

Eternal bane!

That free Love with bondage bound.

### The clod & the Pebble

Love seeketh not Itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care;

But for another gives its ease,

And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.

So sang a little Clod of Clay,

Trodden with the cattles feet:

But a Pebble of the brook,

Warbled out these metres meet.

Love seeketh only Self to please,

To bind another to Its delight:

Joys in anothers loss of ease,

And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

### Holy Thursday

Is this a holy thing to see,

In a rich and fruitful land,

Babes reduced to misery,

Fed with cold and usurous hand?

Is that trembling cry a song?

Can it be a song of joy?

And so many children poor?

It is a land of poverty!

And their sun does never shine.

And their fields are bleak & bare.

And their ways are fill'd with thorns.

It is eternal winter there.

For where-e'er the sun does shine,

And where-e'er the rain does fall:

Babe can never hunger there,

Nor poverty the mind appall.

### The Little Girl Lost

In futurity

I prophetic see,

That the earth from sleep,

(Grave the sentence deep)

Shall arise and seek

For her maker meek:

And the desart wild

Become a garden mild.

In the southern clime,

Where the summers prime,

Never fades away;

Lovely Lyca lay.

Seven summers old

Lovely Lyca told,

She had wanderd long,

Hearing wild birds song.

Sweet sleep come to me

Underneath this tree;

Do father, mother weep.—

Where can Lyca sleep.

Lost in desart wild

Is your little child.

How can Lyca sleep,

If her mother weep.

If her heart does ake,

Then let Lyca wake;

If my mother sleep,

Lyca shall not weep.

Frowning frowning night,

O'er this desart bright,

Let thy moon arise,

While I close my eyes.

Sleeping Lyca lay;

While the beasts of prey,

Come from caverns deep,

View'd the maid asleep

The kingly lion stood

And the virgin view'd,

Then he gambold round

O'er the hallowd ground;

Leopards, tygers play,

Round her as she lay;

While the lion old,

Bow'd his mane of gold.

And her bosom lick,

And upon her neck,

From his eyes of flame,

Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness,

Loos'd her slender dress,

And naked they convey'd

Tocaves the sleeping maid.

### The Little Girl Found

All the night in woe,

Lyca's parents go:

Over vallies deep,

While the desarts weep.

Tired and woe-begone,

Hoarse with making moan:

Arm in arm seven days,

They trac'd the desart ways.

Seven nights they sleep,

Among shadows deep:

And dream they see their child

Starv'd in desart wild.

Pale thro' pathless ways

The fancied image strays,

Famish'd, weeping, weak

With hollow piteous shriek

Rising from unrest,

The trembling woman prest,

With feet of weary woe;

She could no further go.

In his arms he bore,

Her arm'd with sorrow sore;

Till before their way,

A couching lion lay.

Turning back was vain,

Soon his heavy mane,

Bore them to the ground;

Then he stalk'd around,

Smelling to his prey.

But their fears allay,

When he licks their hands;

And silent by them stands.

They look upon his eyes

Fill'd with deep surprise:

And wondering behold,

A spirit arm'd in gold.

On his head a crown

On his shouldes down,

Flow'd his golden hair.

Gone was all their care.

Follow me he said,

Weep not for the maid;

In my palace deep,

Lyca lies asleep.

Then they followed,

Where the vision led:

And saw their sleeping child,

Among tygers wild.

To this day they dwell

In a lonely dell

Nor fear the wolvish howl,

Nor the lions growl.

### The Chimney Sweeper

A little black thing among the snow:

Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe!

Where are thy father & mother? say?

They are both gone up to the church to pray.

Because I was happy upon the heath,

And smil'd among the winters snow:

They clothed me in the clothes of death,

And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because I am happy, & dance & sing,

They think they have done me no injury:

And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King

Who make up a heaven of our misery.

### Nurses Song

When the voices of children, are heard on the green

And whisprings are in the dale:

The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,

My face turns green and pale.

Then come home my chidren, the sun is gone down

And the dews of night arise

Your spring & your day, are wasted in play

And your winter and night in disguise.

### The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

### The Fly

Little Fly

Thy summers play,

My thoughtless hand

Has brush'd away.

Am not I

A fly like thee?

Or art not thou

A man like me?

For I dance

And drink & sing:

Till some blind hand

Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life

And strength & breath:

And the want

Of thought is death;

Then am I

A happy fly,

If I live,

Or if I die.

### The Angel

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen:

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day

And he wip'd my tears away

And I wept both day and night

And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:

Then the morn blush'd rosy red:

I dried my tears & armed my fears,

With ten thousand shields and spears,

Soon my Angel came again;

I was arm'd, he came in vain:

For the time of youth was fled

And grey hairs were on my head.

### The Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

### My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offerd to me;

Such a flower as May never bore.

But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree:

And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree;

To tend her by day and by night.

But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:

And her thorns were my only delight.

### Ah! Sun-Flower

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the Sun:

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the travellers journey is done.

Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:

Arise from their graves and aspire,

Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

### The Lilly

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn:

The humble Sheep, a threatning horn:

While the Lilly white, shall in Love delight,

Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

### The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And Thou shalt not. writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be:

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

### The Little Vagabond

Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,

But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm;

Besides I can tell where I am use'd well,

Such usage in heaven will never do well.

But if at the Church they would give us some Ale.

And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale;

We'd sing and we'd pray, all the livelong day;

Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray,

Then the Parson might preach & drink & sing.

And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring:

And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church,

Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch.

And God like a father rejoicing to see,

His children as pleasant and happy as he:

Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel

But kiss him & give him both drink and apparel.

### London

I wander thro' each charter'd street,

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infants cry of fear,

In every voice: in every ban,

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls,

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlots curse

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

### The Human Abstract

Pity would be no more,

If we did not make somebody Poor:

And Mercy no more could be,

If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace;

Till the selfish loves increase.

Then Cruelty knits a snare,

And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,

And waters the ground with tears:

Then Humility takes its root

Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade

Of Mystery over his head;

And the Catterpiller and Fly,

Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,

Ruddy and sweet to eat;

And the Raven his nest has made

In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea,

Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree

But their search was all in vain:

There grows one in the Human Brain

### Infant Sorrow

My mother groand! my father wept.

Into the dangerous world I leapt:

Helpless, naked, piping loud;

Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my fathers hands:

Striving against my swadling bands:

Bound and weary I thought best

To sulk upon my mothers breast.

### A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see;

My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

### A Little Boy Lost

Nought loves another as itself

Nor venerates another so.

Nor is it possible to Thought

A greater than itself to know:

And Father, how can I love you,

Or any of my brothers more?

I love you like the little bird

That picks up crumbs around the door.

The Priest sat by and heard the child.

In trembling zeal he siez'd his hair:

He led him by his little coat:

And all admir'd the Priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,

Lo what a fiend is here! said he:

One who sets reason up for judge

Of our most holy Mystery.

The weeping child could not be heard.

The weeping parents wept in vain:

They strip'd him to his little shirt.

And bound him in an iron chain.

And burn'd him in a holy place,

Where many had been burn'd before:

The weeping parents wept in vain.

Are such things done on Albions shore.

### A Little Girl Lost

Children of the future Age,

Reading this indignant page;

Know that in a former time.

Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime.

In the Age of Gold,

Free from winters cold:

Youth and maiden bright,

To the holy light,

Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair

Fill'd with softest care:

Met in garden bright,

Where the holy light,

Had just removd the curtains of the night.

There in rising day,

On the grass they play:

Parents were afar:

Strangers came not near:

And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet

They agree to meet,

When the silent sleep

Waves o'er heavens deep;

And the weary tired wanderers weep.

To her father white

Came the maiden bright:

But his loving look,

Like the holy book,

All her tender limbs with terror shook.

Ona! pale and weak!

To thy father speak:

O the trembling fear!

O the dismal care!

That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair

### To Tirzah

Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,

Must be consumed with the Earth

To rise from Generation free;

Then what have I to do with thee?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride

Blow'd in the morn: in evening died

But Mercy changd Death into Sleep;

The Sexes rose to work & weep.

Thou Mother of my Mortal part.

With cruelty didst mould my Heart.

And with false self-decieving tears,

Didst bind my Nostrils Eyes & Ears.

Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay

And me to Mortal Life betray:

The Death of Jesus set me free,

Then what have I to do with thee?

[written on illustration:]

It is Raised a Spiritual Body

### The School Boy

I love to rise in a summer morn,

When the birds sing on every tree;

The distant huntsman winds his horn,

And the sky-lark sings with me.

O! what sweet company.

But to go to school in a summer morn,

O! it drives all joy away;

Under a cruel eye outworn,

The little ones spend the day,

In sighing and dismay.

Ah! then at times I drooping sit,

And spend many an anxious hour.

Nor in my book can I take delight,

Nor sit in learnings bower,

Worn thro' with the dreary shower.

How can the bird that is born for joy,

Sit in a cage and sing.

How can a child when fears annoy,

But droop his tender wing,

And forget his youthful spring.

O! father & mother, if buds are nip'd,

And blossoms blown away,

And if the tender plants are strip'd

Of their joy in the springing day,

By sorrow and cares dismay,

How shall the summer arise in joy.

Or the summer fruits appear,

Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy

Or bless the mellowing year,

When the blasts of winter appear.

### The Voice of the Ancient Bard

Youth of delight come hither:

And see the opening morn,

Image of truth new born.

Doubt is fled & clouds of reason.

Dark disputes & artful teazing.

Folly is an endless maze,

Tangled roots perplex her ways,

How many have fallen there!

They stumble all night over bones of the dead;

And feel they know not what but care;

And wish to lead others when they should be led.

# Europe A Prophecy (1794)

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> Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one he breathes the air; 
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> Thro' one, hears music of the spheres; thro' one, the eternal vine 
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> Flourishes, that he may recieve the grapes; thro' one can look.
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> And see small portions of the eternal world that ever groweth; 
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> Thro' one, himself pass out what time he please, but he will not; 
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> For stolen joys are sweet, & bread eaten in secret pleasant.
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> So sang a Fairy mocking as he sat on a streak'd Tulip, 
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> Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I started from the trees!
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> And caught him in my hat as boys knock down a butterfly.
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> How know you this said I small Sir? where did you learn this song?
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> Seeing himself in my possession thus he answered me:
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> My master, I am yours. command me, for I must obey.
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> Then tell me, what is the material world, and is it dead?
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> He laughing answer'd: I will write a book on leaves of flowers, 
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> If you will feed me on love-thoughts, & give me now and then 
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> A cup of sparkling poetic fancies; so when I am tipsie, 
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> I'll sing to you to this soft lute; and shew you all alive 
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> The world, when every particle of dust breathes forth its joy.
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> I took him home in my warm bosom: as we went along
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> Wild flowers I gatherd; & he shew'd me each eternal flower: 
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> He laugh'd aloud to see them whimper because they were pluck'd.
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> They hover'd round me like a cloud of incense: 
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> when I came Into my parlour and sat down, and took my pen to write: 
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> My Fairy sat upon the table, and dictated EUROPE.
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### Preludium

> The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc:   
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> Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; 
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> And thus her voice arose.
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> O mother Enitharmon wilt thou bring forth other sons?
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> To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found. 
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> For I am faint with travel!
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> Like the dark cloud disburdend in the day of dismal thunder.
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> My roots are brandish'd in the heavens. my fruits in earth beneath 
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> Surge, foam, and labour into life, first born & first consum'd!
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> Consumed and consuming!
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> Then why shouldst thou accursed mother bring me into life?
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> I wrap my turban of thick clouds around my lab'ring head; 
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> And fold the sheety waters as a mantle round my limbs.
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> Yet the red sun and moon,
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> And all the overflowing stars rain down prolific pains.
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> Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!
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> Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.
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> I sieze their burning power
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> And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.
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> Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains 
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> In forests of eternal death, shrieking in hollow trees.
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> Ah mother Enitharmon!
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> Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.
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> I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.
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> And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad 
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> And leave me void as death:
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> Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.
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> And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?
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> To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it 
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> With milk and honey?
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> I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.
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> She ceast & rolld her shady clouds
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> Into the secret place.
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### A Prophecy

> The deep of winter came;  
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> What time the secret child,
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> Descended thro' the orient gates of the eternal day:
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> War ceas'd, & all the troops like shadows fled to their abodes.
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> Then Enitharmon saw her sons & daughters rise around.
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> Like pearly clouds they meet together in the crystal house: 
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> And Los, possessor of the moon, joy'd in the peaceful night: 
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> Thus speaking while his num'rous sons shook their bright fiery wings
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> Again the night is come
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> That strong Urthona takes his rest,
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> And Urizen unloos'd from chains
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> Glows like a meteor in the distant north
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> Stretch forth your hands and strike the elemental strings!
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> Awake the thunders of the deep.
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> The shrill winds wake
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> Till all the sons of Urizen look out and envy Los:
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> Sieze all the spirits of life and bind
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> Their warbling joys to our loud strings
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> Bind all the nourishing sweets of earth
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> To give us bliss, that we may drink the sparkling wine of Los 
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> And let us laugh at war,
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> Despising toil and care,
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> Because the days and nights of joy, in lucky hours renew.
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> Arise O Orc from thy deep den,
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> First born of Enitharmon rise!
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> And we will crown thy head with garlands of the ruddy vine; 
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> For now thou art bound;
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> And I may see thee in the hour of bliss, my eldest born.
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> The horrent Demon rose, surrounded with red stars of fire, 
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> Whirling about in furious circles round the immortal fiend.
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> Then Enitharmon down descended into his red light,
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> And thus her voice rose to her children, the distant heavens reply.
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> Now comes the night of Enitharmons joy!
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> Who shall I call? Who shall I send?
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> That Woman, lovely Woman! may have dominion?
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> Arise O Rintrah thee I call! & Palamabron thee!
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> Go! tell the human race that Womans love is Sin!
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> That an Eternal life awaits the worms of sixty winters 
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> In an allegorical abode where existence hath never come: 
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> Forbid all joy, & from her childhood shall the little female 
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> Spread nets in every secret path.
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> My weary eyelids draw towards the evening, my bliss is yet but new.
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> Arise O Rintrah eldest born: second to none but Orc:
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> O lion Rintrah raise thy fury from thy forests black: 
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> Bring Palamabron horned priest, skipping upon the mountains: 
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> And silent Elynittria the silver bowed queen:
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> Rintrah where hast thou hid thy bride!
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> Weeps she in desart shades?
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> Alas my Rintrah! bring the lovely jealous Ocalythron.
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> Arise my son! bring all thy brethren O thou king of fire.
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> Prince of the sun I see thee with thy innumerable race: 
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> Thick as the summer stars:
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> But each ramping his golden mane shakes,
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> And thine eyes rejoice because of strength O Rintrah furious king.
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> Enitharmon slept,
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> Eighteen hundred years: Man was a Dream!
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> The night of Nature and their harps unstrung:
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> She slept in middle of her nightly song,
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> Eighteen hundred years, a female dream!
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> Shadows of men in fleeting bands upon the winds:
> 
> Divide the heavens of Europe:
> 
> Till Albions Angel smitten with his own plagues fled with his bands 
> 
> The cloud bears hard on Albions shore:
> 
> Fill'd with immortal demons of futurity:
> 
> In council gather the smitten Angels of Albion
> 
> The cloud bears hard upon the council house; down rushing 
> 
> On the heads of Albions Angels.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> One hour they lay buried beneath the ruins of that hall; 
> 
> But as the stars rise from the salt lake they arise in pain, 
> 
> In troubled mists o'erclouded by the terrors of strugling times.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In thoughts perturb'd, they rose from the bright ruins silent following 
> 
> The fiery King, who sought his ancient temple serpent-form'd 
> 
> That stretches out its shady length along the Island white.
> 
> Round him roll'd his clouds of war; silent the Angel went, 
> 
> Along the infinite shores of Thames to golden Verulam.
> 
> There stand the venerable porches that high-towering rear 
> 
> Their oak-surrounded pillars, form'd of massy stones, uncut 
> 
> With tool; stones precious; such eternal in the heavens, 
> 
> Of colours twelve, few known on earth, give light in the opake, 
> 
> Plac'd in the order of the stars, when the five senses whelm'd
> 
> In deluge o'er the earth-born man; then turn'd the fluxile eyes
> 
> Into two stationary orbs, concentrating all things.
> 
> The ever-varying spiral ascents to the heavens of heavens 
> 
> Were bended downward; and the nostrils golden gates shut 
> 
> Turn'd outward, barr'd and petrify'd against the infinite.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thought chang'd the infinite to a serpent; that which pitieth: 
> 
> To a devouring flame; and man fled from its face and hid 
> 
> In forests of night; then all the eternal forests were divided
> 
> Into earths rolling in circles of space, that like an ocean rush'd 
> 
> And overwhelmed all except this finite wall of flesh.
> 
> Then was the serpent temple form'd, image of infinite 
> 
> Shut up in finite revolutions, and man became an Angel; 
> 
> Heaven a mighty circle turning; God a tyrant crown'd.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Now arriv'd the ancient Guardian at the southern porch, 
> 
> That planted thick with trees of blackest leaf, & in a vale
> 
> Obscure, inclos'd the Stone of Night; oblique it stood, o'erhung 
> 
> With purple flowers and berries red; image of that sweet south, 
> 
> Once open to the heavens and elevated on the human neck, 
> 
> Now overgrown with hair and coverd with a stony roof, 
> 
> Downward 'tis sunk beneath th' attractive north, that round the feet 
> 
> A raging whirlpool draws the dizzy enquirer to his grave:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albions Angel rose upon the Stone of Night.
> 
> He saw Urizen on the Atlantic;
> 
> And his brazen Book,
> 
> That Kings & Priests had copied on Earth
> 
> Expanded from North to South.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the clouds & fires pale rolld round in the night of Enitharmon 
> 
> Round Albions cliffs & Londons walls; still Enitharmon slept!
> 
> Rolling volumes of grey mist involve Churches, Palaces, Towers: 
> 
> For Urizen unclaspd his Book: feeding his soul with pity 
> 
> The youth of England hid in gloom curse the paind heavens; compell'd 
> 
> Into the deadly night to see the form of Albions Angel 
> 
> Their parents brought them forth & aged ignorance preaches canting, 
> 
> On a vast rock, perciev'd by those senses that are clos'd from thought: 
> 
> Bleak, dark, abrupt, it stands & overshadows London city 
> 
> They saw his boney feet on the rock, the flesh consum'd in flames: 
> 
> They saw the Serpent temple lifted above, shadowing the Island white: 
> 
> They heard the voice of Albions Angel howling in flames of Orc, 
> 
> Seeking the trump of the last doom
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Above the rest the howl was heard from Westminster louder & louder: 
> 
> The Guardian of the secret codes forsook his ancient mansion, 
> 
> Driven out by the flames of Orc; his furr'd robes & false locks 
> 
> Adhered and grew one with his flesh, and nerves & veins shot thro' them 
> 
> With dismal torment sick hanging upon the wind: he fled 
> 
> Groveling along Great George Street thro' the Park gate; all the soldiers 
> 
> Fled from his sight; he drag'd his torments to the wilderness.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus was the howl thro Europe!
> 
> For Orc rejoic'd to hear the howling shadows
> 
> But Palamabron shot his lightnings trenching down his wide back 
> 
> And Rintrah hung with all his legions in the nether deep
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Enitharmon laugh'd in her sleep to see (O womans triumph) 
> 
> Every house a den, every man bound; the shadows are filld 
> 
> With spectres, and the windows wove over with curses of iron: 
> 
> Over the doors Thou shalt not; & over the chimneys 
> 
> Fear is written: With bands of iron round their necks fasten'd into the walls 
> 
> The citizens: in leaden gyves the inhabitants of suburbs 
> 
> Walk heavy: soft and bent are the bones of villagers
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Between the clouds of Urizen the flames of Orc roll heavy 
> 
> Around the limbs of Albions Guardian, his flesh consuming.
> 
> Howlings & hissings, shrieks & groans, & voices of despair 
> 
> Arise around him in the cloudy
> 
> Heavens of Albion, Furious
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The red limb'd Angel siez'd, in horror and torment;
> 
> The Trump of the last doom; but he could not blow the iron tube!
> 
> Thrice he assay'd presumptuous to awake the dead to Judgment.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> A mighty Spirit leap'd from the land of Albion,
> 
> Nam'd Newton; he siez'd the Trump, & blow'd the enormous blast!
> 
> Yellow as leaves of Autumn the myriads of Angelic hosts, 
> 
> Fell thro' the wintry skies seeking their graves;
> 
> Rattling their hollow bones in howling and lamentation.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Enitharmon woke, nor knew that she had slept
> 
> And eighteen hundred years were fled
> 
> As if they had not been
> 
> She calld her sons & daughters
> 
> To the sports of night,
> 
> Within her crystal house;
> 
> And thus her song proceeds.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Arise Ethinthus! tho' the earth-worm call;
> 
> Let him call in vain;
> 
> Till the night of holy shadows
> 
> And human solitude is past!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Ethinthus queen of waters, how thou shinest in the sky: 
> 
> My daughter how do I rejoice! for thy children flock around 
> 
> Like the gay fishes on the wave, when the cold moon drinks the dew.
> 
> Ethinthus! thou art sweet as comforts to my fainting soul: 
> 
> For now thy waters warble round the feet of Enitharmon.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Manathu-Vorcyon! I behold thee flaming in my halls,
> 
> Light of thy mothers soul! I see thy lovely eagles round; 
> 
> Thy golden wings are my delight, & thy flames of soft delusion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Where is my lureing bird of Eden! Leutha silent love!
> 
> Leutha, the many colourd bow delights upon thy wings: 
> 
> Soft soul of flowers Leutha!
> 
> Sweet smiling pestilence! I see thy blushing light:
> 
> Thy daughters many changing,
> 
> Revolve like sweet perfumes ascending O Leutha silken queen!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Where is the youthful Antamon. prince of the pearly dew, 
> 
> O Antamon, why wilt thou leave thy mother Enitharmon?
> 
> Alone I see thee crystal form,
> 
> Floting upon the bosomd air:
> 
> With lineaments of gratified desire.
> 
> My Antamon the seven churches of Leutha seek thy love.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I hear the soft Oothoon in Enitharmons tents:
> 
> Why wilt thou give up womans secrecy my melancholy child?
> 
> Between two moments bliss is ripe:
> 
> O Theotormon robb'd of joy, I see thy salt tears flow 
> 
> Down the steps of my crystal house.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Sotha & Thiralatha, secret dwellers of dreamful caves, 
> 
> Arise and please the horrent fiend with your melodious songs.
> 
> Still all your thunders golden hoofd, & bind your horses black.
> 
> Orc! smile upon my children!
> 
> Smile son of my afflictions.
> 
> Arise O Orc and give our mountains joy of thy red light.  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> She ceas'd, for All were forth at sport beneath the solemn moon 
> 
> Waking the stars of Urizen with their immortal songs, 
> 
> That nature felt thro' all her pores the enormous revelry, 
> 
> Till morning ope'd the eastern gate.
> 
> Then every one fled to his station, & Enitharmon wept.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But terrible Orc, when he beheld the morning in the east,
> 
> Shot from the heights of Enitharmon;
> 
> And in the vineyards of red France appear'd the light of his fury.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The sun glow'd fiery red!
> 
> The furious terrors flew around!
> 
> On golden chariots raging, with red wheels dropping with blood; 
> 
> The Lions lash their wrathful tails!
> 
> The Tigers couch upon the prey & suck the ruddy tide: 
> 
> And Enitharmon groans & cries in anguish and dismay.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Los arose his head he reard in snaky thunders clad: 
> 
> And with a cry that shook all nature to the utmost pole, 
> 
> Call'd all his sons to the strife of blood.

*** * *FINIS** *** * ***

# The Book of Urizen (1794)

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## _Plates_

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## _Text_

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### Preludium to the book of urizen

> Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
> 
> When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
> 
> And gave him a place in the north,
> 
> Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.

> Eternals I hear your call gladly,
> 
> Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
> 
> To unfold your dark visions of torment.
> 
>   
>

### Chap: I

> 1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
> 
> In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific!
> 
> Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon
> 
> Hath form'd this abominable void
> 
> This soul-shudd'ring vacuum?--Some said
> 
> "It is Urizen", But unknown, abstracted
> 
> Brooding secret, the dark power hid.

> 2.Times on times he divided, & measur'd
> 
> Space by space in his ninefold darkness
> 
> Unseen, unknown! changes appeard
> 
> In his desolate mountains rifted furious
> 
> By the black winds of perturbation

> 3. For he strove in battles dire
> 
> In unseen conflictions with shapes
> 
> Bred from his forsaken wilderness,
> 
> Of beast, bird, fish, serpent & element
> 
> Combustion, blast, vapour and cloud.

> 4. Dark revolving in silent activity:
> 
> Unseen in tormenting passions;
> 
> An activity unknown and horrible;
> 
> A self-contemplating shadow,
> 
> In enormous labours occupied

> 5. But Eternals beheld his vast forests
> 
> Age on ages he lay, clos'd, unknown
> 
> Brooding shut in the deep; all avoid
> 
> The petrific abominable chaos

> 6. His cold horrors silent, dark Urizen
> 
> Prepar'd: his ten thousands of thunders
> 
> Rang'd in gloom'd array stretch out across
> 
> The dread world, & the rolling of wheels
> 
> As of swelling seas, sound in his clouds
> 
> In his hills of stor'd snows, in his mountains
> 
> Of hail & ice; voices of terror,
> 
> Are heard, like thunders of autumn,
> 
> When the cloud blazes over the harvests
> 
>   
>

### Chap: II

> 1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction
> 
> The will of the Immortal expanded
> 
> Or contracted his all flexible senses.
> 
> Death was not, but eternal life sprung

> 2. The sound of a trumpet the heavens
> 
> Awoke & vast clouds of blood roll'd
> 
> Round the dim rocks of Urizen, so nam'd
> 
> That solitary one in Immensity

> 3. Shrill the trumpet: & myriads of Eternity,
> 
> Muster around the bleak desarts
> 
> Now fill'd with clouds, darkness & waters
> 
> That roll'd perplex'd labring & utter'd
> 
> Words articulate, bursting in thunders
> 
> That roll'd on the tops of his mountains

> 4: From the depths of dark solitude. From
> 
> The eternal abode in my holiness,
> 
> Hidden set apart in my stern counsels
> 
> Reserv'd for the days of futurity,
> 
> I have sought for a joy without pain,
> 
> For a solid without fluctuation
> 
> Why will you die O Eternals?
> 
> Why live in unquenchable burnings?

> 5 First I fought with the fire; consum'd
> 
> Inwards, into a deep world within:
> 
> A void immense, wild dark & deep,
> 
> Where nothing was: Natures wide womb
> 
> And self balanc'd stretch'd o'er the void
> 
> I alone, even I! the winds merciless
> 
> Bound; but condensing, in torrents
> 
> They fall & fall; strong I repell'd
> 
> The vast waves, & arose on the waters
> 
> A wide world of solid obstruction

> 6. Here alone I in books formd of metals
> 
> Have written the secrets of wisdom
> 
> The secrets of dark contemplation
> 
> By fightings and conflicts dire,
> 
> With terrible monsters Sin-bred:
> 
> Which the bosoms of all inhabit;
> 
> Seven deadly Sins of the soul.

> 7. Lo! I unfold my darkness: and on
> 
> This rock, place with strong hand the Book
> 
> Of eternal brass, written in my solitude.

> 8. Laws of peace, of love, of unity:
> 
> Of pity, compassion, forgiveness.
> 
> Let each chuse one habitation:
> 
> His ancient infinite mansion:
> 
> One command, one joy, one desire,
> 
> One curse, one weight, one measure
> 
> One King, one God, one Law.
> 
>   
>

### Chap: III

> 1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage
> 
> Emerge from the darkness; his hand
> 
> On the rock of eternity unclasping
> 
> The Book of brass. Rage siez'd the strong

> 2. Rage, fury, intense indignation
> 
> In cataracts of fire blood & gall
> 
> In whirlwinds of sulphurous smoke:
> 
> And enormous forms of energy;
> 
> All the seven deadly sins of the soul
> 
> In living creations appear'd
> 
> In the flames of eternal fury.

> 3. Sund'ring, dark'ning, thund'ring!
> 
> Rent away with a terrible crash
> 
> Eternity roll'd wide apart
> 
> Wide asunder rolling
> 
> Mountainous all around
> 
> Departing; departing; departing:
> 
> Leaving ruinous fragments of life
> 
> Hanging frowning cliffs & all between
> 
> An ocean of voidness unfathomable.

> 4. The roaring fires ran o'er the heav'ns
> 
> In whirlwinds & cataracts of blood
> 
> And o'er the dark desarts of Urizen
> 
> Fires pour thro' the void on all sides
> 
> On Urizens self-begotten armies.

> 5. But no light from the fires. all was darkness
> 
> In the flames of Eternal fury

> 6. In fierce anguish & quenchless flames
> 
> To the desarts and rocks He ran raging
> 
> To hide, but He could not: combining
> 
> He dug mountains & hills in vast strength,
> 
> He piled them in incessant labour,
> 
> In howlings & pangs & fierce madness
> 
> Long periods in burning fires labouring
> 
> Till hoary, and age-broke, and aged,
> 
> In despair and the shadows of death.

> 7. And a roof, vast petrific around,
> 
> On all sides He fram'd: like a womb;
> 
> Where thousands of rivers in veins
> 
> Of blood pour down the mountains to cool
> 
> The eternal fires beating without
> 
> From Eternals; & like a black globe
> 
> View'd by sons of Eternity, standing
> 
> On the shore of the infinite ocean
> 
> Like a human heart strugling & beating
> 
> The vast world of Urizen appear'd.

> 8. And Los round the dark globe of Urizen,
> 
> Kept watch for Eternals to confine,
> 
> The obscure separation alone;
> 
> For Eternity stood wide apart,
> 
> As the stars are apart from the earth

> 9. Los wept howling around the dark Demon:
> 
> And cursing his lot; for in anguish,
> 
> Urizen was rent from his side;
> 
> And a fathomless void for his feet;
> 
> And intense fires for his dwelling.

> 10. But Urizen laid in a stony sleep
> 
> Unorganiz'd, rent from Eternity

> 11. The Eternals said: What is this? Death
> 
> Urizen is a clod of clay.

> 12: Los howld in a dismal stupor,
> 
> Groaning! gnashing! groaning!
> 
> Till the wrenching apart was healed

> 13: But the wrenching of Urizen heal'd not
> 
> Cold, featureless, flesh or clay,
> 
> Rifted with direful changes
> 
> He lay in a dreamless night

> 14: Till Los rouz'd his fires, affrighted
> 
> At the formless unmeasurable death.
> 
>   
>

### Chap: IVa

> 1: Los smitten with astonishment
> 
> Frightend at the hurtling bones

> 2: And at the surging sulphureous
> 
> Perturbed Immortal mad raging

> 3: In whirlwinds & pitch & nitre
> 
> Round the furious limbs of Los

> 4: And Los formed nets & gins
> 
> And threw the nets round about

> 5: He watch'd in shuddring fear
> 
> The dark changes & bound every change
> 
> With rivets of iron & brass;

> 6. And these were the changes of Urizen.
> 
>   
>

### Chap: IVb

> 1. Ages on ages roll'd over him!
> 
> In stony sleep ages roll'd over him!
> 
> Like a dark waste stretching chang'able
> 
> By earthquakes riv'n, belching sullen fires
> 
> On ages roll'd ages in ghastly
> 
> Sick torment; around him in whirlwinds
> 
> Of darkness the eternal Prophet howl'd
> 
> Beating still on his rivets of iron
> 
> Pouring sodor of iron; dividing
> 
> The horrible night into watches.

> 2. And Urizen (so his eternal name)
> 
> His prolific delight obscurd more & more
> 
> In dark secresy hiding in surgeing
> 
> Sulphureous fluid his phantasies.
> 
> The Eternal Prophet heavd the dark bellows,
> 
> And turn'd restless the tongs; and the hammer
> 
> Incessant beat; forging chains new & new
> 
> Numb'ring with links. hours, days & years

> 3. The eternal mind bounded began to roll
> 
> Eddies of wrath ceaseless round & round,
> 
> And the sulphureous foam surgeing thick
> 
> Settled, a lake, bright, & shining clear:
> 
> White as the snow on the mountains cold.

> 4. Forgetfulness, dumbness, necessity!
> 
> In chains of the mind locked up,
> 
> Like fetters of ice shrinking together
> 
> Disorganiz'd, rent from Eternity,
> 
> Los beat on his fetters of iron;
> 
> And heated his furnaces & pour'd
> 
> Iron sodor and sodor of brass

> 5. Restless turnd the immortal inchain'd
> 
> Heaving dolorous! anguish'd! unbearable
> 
> Till a roof shaggy wild inclos'd
> 
> In an orb, his fountain of thought.

> 6. In a horrible dreamful slumber;
> 
> Like the linked infernal chain;
> 
> A vast Spine writh'd in torment
> 
> Upon the winds; shooting pain'd
> 
> Ribs, like a bending cavern
> 
> And bones of solidness, froze
> 
> Over all his nerves of joy.
> 
> And a first Age passed over,
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.

> 7. From the caverns of his jointed Spine,
> 
> Down sunk with fright a red
> 
> Round globe hot burning deep
> 
> Deep down into the Abyss:
> 
> Panting: Conglobing, Trembling
> 
> Shooting out ten thousand branches
> 
> Around his solid bones.
> 
> And a second Age passed over,
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.

> 8. In harrowing fear rolling round;
> 
> His nervous brain shot branches
> 
> Round the branches of his heart.
> 
> On high into two little orbs
> 
> And fixed in two little caves
> 
> Hiding carefully from the wind,
> 
> His Eyes beheld the deep,
> 
> And a third Age passed over:
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.

> 9. The pangs of hope began,
> 
> In heavy pain striving, struggling.
> 
> Two Ears in close volutions.
> 
> From beneath his orbs of vision
> 
> Shot spiring out and petrified
> 
> As they grew. And a fourth Age passed
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.

> 10. In ghastly torment sick;
> 
> Hanging upon the wind;
> 
> Two Nostrils bent down to the deep.
> 
> And a fifth Age passed over;
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.

> 11. In ghastly torment sick;
> 
> Within his ribs bloated round,
> 
> A craving Hungry Cavern;
> 
> Thence arose his channeld Throat,
> 
> And like a red flame a Tongue
> 
> Of thirst & of hunger appeard.
> 
> And a sixth Age passed over:
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.

> 12. Enraged & stifled with torment
> 
> He threw his right Arm to the north
> 
> His left Arm to the south
> 
> Shooting out in anguish deep,
> 
> And his Feet stampd the nether Abyss
> 
> In trembling & howling & dismay.
> 
> And a seventh Age passed over:
> 
> And a state of dismal woe.
> 
>   
>

### Chap: V

> 1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task:
> 
> His great hammer fell from his hand:
> 
> His fires beheld, and sickening,
> 
> Hid their strong limbs in smoke.
> 
> For with noises ruinous loud;
> 
> With hurtlings & clashings & groans
> 
> The Immortal endur'd his chains,
> 
> Tho' bound in a deadly sleep.

> 2. All the myriads of Eternity:
> 
> All the wisdom & joy of life:
> 
> Roll like a sea around him,
> 
> Except what his little orbs
> 
> Of sight by degrees unfold.

> 3. And now his eternal life
> 
> Like a dream was obliterated

> 4. Shudd'ring, the Eternal Prophet smote
> 
> With a stroke, from his north to south region
> 
> The bellows & hammer are silent now
> 
> A nerveless silence, his prophetic voice
> 
> Siez'd; a cold solitude & dark void
> 
> The Eternal Prophet & Urizen clos'd

> 5. Ages on ages rolld over them
> 
> Cut off from life & light frozen
> 
> Into horrible forms of deformity
> 
> Los suffer'd his fires to decay
> 
> Then he look'd back with anxious desire
> 
> But the space undivided by existence
> 
> Struck horror into his soul.

> 6. Los wept obscur'd with mourning:
> 
> His bosom earthquak'd with sighs;
> 
> He saw Urizen deadly black,
> 
> In his chains bound, & Pity began,

> 7. In anguish dividing & dividing
> 
> For pity divides the soul
> 
> In pangs eternity on eternity
> 
> Life in cataracts pourd down his cliffs
> 
> The void shrunk the lymph into Nerves
> 
> Wand'ring wide on the bosom of night
> 
> And left a round globe of blood
> 
> Trembling upon the Void
> 
> Thus the Eternal Prophet was divided
> 
> Before the death-image of Urizen
> 
> For in changeable clouds and darkness
> 
> In a winterly night beneath,
> 
> The Abyss of Los stretch'd immense:
> 
> And now seen, now obscur'd, to the eyes
> 
> Of Eternals, the visions remote
> 
> Of the dark seperation appear'd.
> 
> As glasses discover Worlds
> 
> In the endless Abyss of space,
> 
> So the expanding eyes of Immortals
> 
> Beheld the dark visions of Los,
> 
> And the globe of life blood trembling

> 8. The globe of life blood trembled
> 
> Branching out into roots;
> 
> Fib'rous, writhing upon the winds;
> 
> Fibres of blood, milk and tears;
> 
> In pangs, eternity on eternity.
> 
> At length in tears & cries imbodied
> 
> A female form trembling and pale
> 
> Waves before his deathy face

> 9. All Eternity shudderd at sight
> 
> Of the first female now separate
> 
> Pale as a cloud of snow
> 
> Waving before the face of Los

> 10. Wonder, awe, fear, astonishment,
> 
> Petrify the eternal myriads;
> 
> At the first female form now separate
> 
> They call'd her Pity, and fled

> 11. "Spread a Tent, with strong curtains around them
> 
> "Let cords & stakes bind in the Void
> 
> That Eternals may no more behold them"

> 12. They began to weave curtains of darkness
> 
> They erected large pillars round the Void
> 
> With golden hooks fastend in the pillars
> 
> With infinite labour the Eternals
> 
> A woof wove, and called it Science
> 
>   
>

### Chap: VI

> 1. But Los saw the Female & pitied
> 
> He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd
> 
> In perverse and cruel delight
> 
> She fled from his arms, yet he followd

> 2. Eternity shudder'd when they saw,
> 
> Man begetting his likeness,
> 
> On his own divided image.

> 3. A time passed over, the Eternals
> 
> Began to erect the tent;
> 
> When Enitharmon sick,
> 
> Felt a Worm within her womb.

> 4. Yet helpless it lay like a Worm
> 
> In the trembling womb
> 
> To be moulded into existence

> 5. All day the worm lay on her bosom
> 
> All night within her womb
> 
> The worm lay till it grew to a serpent
> 
> With dolorous hissings & poisons
> 
> Round Enitharmons loins folding,

> 6. Coild within Enitharmons womb
> 
> The serpent grew casting its scales,
> 
> With sharp pangs the hissings began
> 
> To change to a grating cry,
> 
> Many sorrows and dismal throes,
> 
> Many forms of fish, bird & beast,
> 
> Brought forth an Infant form
> 
> Where was a worm before.

> 7. The Eternals their tent finished
> 
> Alarm'd with these gloomy visions
> 
> When Enitharmon groaning
> 
> Produc'd a man Child to the light.

> 8. A shriek ran thro' Eternity:
> 
> And a paralytic stroke;
> 
> At the birth of the Human shadow.

> 9. Delving earth in his resistless way;
> 
> Howling, the Child with fierce flames
> 
> Issu'd from Enitharmon.

> 10. The Eternals, closed the tent
> 
> They beat down the stakes the cords
> 
> Stretch'd for a work of eternity;
> 
> No more Los beheld Eternity.

> 11. In his hands he siez'd the infant
> 
> He bathed him in springs of sorrow
> 
> He gave him to Enitharmon.
> 
>   
>

### Chap. VII

> 1. They named the child Orc, he grew
> 
> Fed with milk of Enitharmon

> 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
> 
> A tight'ning girdle grew,
> 
> Around his bosom. In sobbings
> 
> He burst the girdle in twain,
> 
> But still another girdle
> 
> Opressd his bosom, In sobbings
> 
> Again he burst it. Again
> 
> Another girdle succeeds
> 
> The girdle was form'd by day;
> 
> By night was burst in twain.

> 3. These falling down on the rock
> 
> Into an iron Chain
> 
> In each other link by link lock'd

> 4. They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
> 
> O how Enitharmon wept!
> 
> They chain'd his young limbs to the rock
> 
> With the Chain of Jealousy
> 
> Beneath Urizens deathful shadow

> 5. The dead heard the voice of the child
> 
> And began to awake from sleep
> 
> All things. heard the voice of the child
> 
> And began to awake to life.

> 6. And Urizen craving with hunger
> 
> Stung with the odours of Nature
> 
> Explor'd his dens around

> 7. He form'd a line & a plummet
> 
> To divide the Abyss beneath.
> 
> He form'd a dividing rule:

> 8. He formed scales to weigh;
> 
> He formed massy weights;
> 
> He formed a brazen quadrant;
> 
> He formed golden compasses
> 
> And began to explore the Abyss
> 
> And he planted a garden of fruits

> 9. But Los encircled Enitharmon
> 
> With fires of Prophecy
> 
> From the sight of Urizen & Orc.

> 10. And she bore an enormous race
> 
>   
>

### Chap. VIII

> 1. Urizen explor'd his dens
> 
> Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
> 
> With a globe of fire lighting his journey
> 
> A fearful journey, annoy'd
> 
> By cruel enormities: forms
> 
> Of life on his forsaken mountains

> 2. And his world teemd vast enormities
> 
> Frightning; faithless; fawning
> 
> Portions of life; similitudes
> 
> Of a foot, or a hand, or a head
> 
> Or a heart, or an eye, they swam mischevous
> 
> Dread terrors! delighting in blood

> 3. Most Urizen sicken'd to see
> 
> His eternal creations appear
> 
> Sons & daughters of sorrow on mountains
> 
> Weeping! wailing! first Thiriel appear'd
> 
> Astonish'd at his own existence
> 
> Like a man from a cloud born, & Utha
> 
> From the waters emerging, laments!
> 
> Grodna rent the deep earth howling
> 
> Amaz'd! his heavens immense cracks
> 
> Like the ground parch'd with heat; then Fuzon
> 
> Flam'd out! first begotten, last born.
> 
> All his eternal sons in like manner
> 
> His daughters from green herbs & cattle
> 
> From monsters, & worms of the pit.

> 4. He in darkness clos'd, view'd all his race,
> 
> And his soul sicken'd! he curs'd
> 
> Both sons & daughters; for he saw
> 
> That no flesh nor spirit could keep
> 
> His iron laws one moment.

> 5. For he saw that life liv'd upon death
> 
> The Ox in the slaughter house moans
> 
> The Dog at the wintry door
> 
> And he wept, & he called it Pity
> 
> And his tears flowed down on the winds

> 6. Cold he wander'd on high, over their cities
> 
> In weeping & pain & woe!
> 
> And where-ever he wanderd in sorrows
> 
> Upon the aged heavens
> 
> A cold shadow follow'd behind him
> 
> Like a spiders web, moist, cold, & dim
> 
> Drawing out from his sorrowing soul
> 
> The dungeon-like heaven dividing.
> 
> Where ever the footsteps of Urizen
> 
> Walk'd over the cities in sorrow.

> 7. Till a Web dark & cold, throughout all
> 
> The tormented element stretch'd
> 
> From the sorrows of Urizens soul
> 
> And the Web is a Female in embrio
> 
> None could break the Web, no wings of fire.

> 8. So twisted the cords, & so knotted
> 
> The meshes: twisted like to the human brain

> 9. And all calld it, The Net of Religion
> 
>   
>

### Chap. IX

> 1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities:
> 
> Felt their Nerves change into Marrow
> 
> And hardening Bones began
> 
> In swift diseases and torments,
> 
> In throbbings & shootings & grindings
> 
> Thro' all the coasts; till weaken'd
> 
> The Senses inward rush'd shrinking,
> 
> Beneath the dark net of infection.

> 2. Till the shrunken eyes clouded over
> 
> Discernd not the woven hipocrisy
> 
> But the streaky slime in their heavens
> 
> Brought together by narrowing perceptions
> 
> Appeard transparent air; for their eyes
> 
> Grew small like the eyes of a man
> 
> And in reptile forms shrinking together
> 
> Of seven feet stature they remaind

> 3. Six days they shrunk up from existence
> 
> And on the seventh day they rested
> 
> And they bless'd the seventh day, in sick hope:
> 
> And forgot their eternal life

> 4. And their thirty cities divided
> 
> In form of a human heart
> 
> No more could they rise at will
> 
> In the infinite void, but bound down
> 
> To earth by their narrowing perceptions
> 
> They lived a period of years
> 
> Then left a noisom body
> 
> To the jaws of devouring darkness

> 5. And their children wept, & built
> 
> Tombs in the desolate places,
> 
> And form'd laws of prudence, and call'd them
> 
> The eternal laws of God

> 6. And the thirty cities remaind
> 
> Surrounded by salt floods, now call'd
> 
> Africa: its name was then Egypt.

> 7. The remaining sons of Urizen
> 
> Beheld their brethren shrink together
> 
> Beneath the Net of Urizen;
> 
> Perswasion was in vain;
> 
> For the ears of the inhabitants,
> 
> Were wither'd, & deafen'd, & cold:
> 
> And their eyes could not discern,
> 
> Their brethren of other cities.

> 8. So Fuzon call'd all together
> 
> The remaining children of Urizen:
> 
> And they left the pendulous earth:
> 
> They called it Egypt, & left it.

> 9. And the salt ocean rolled englob'd

##### * * *The End of the Book of Urizen* * *

# The Song of Los (1795)

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### Africa

> I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet:
> 
> He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.
> 
> In heart-formed Africa.
> 
> Urizen faded! Ariston shudderd!
> 
> And thus the Song began
> 
> Adam stood in the garden of Eden:
> 
> And Noah on the mountains of Ararat;
> 
> They saw Urizen give his Laws to the Nations
> 
> By the hands of the children of Los.
> 
> Adam shudderd! Noah faded! black grew the sunny African 
> 
> When Rintrah gave Abstract Philosophy to Brama in the East: (Night spoke to the Cloud!
> 
> Lo these Human form'd spirits in smiling hipocrisy. 
> 
> War Against one another; so let them War on; slaves to the eternal Elements) 
> 
> Noah shrunk, beneath the waters;
> 
> Abram fled in fires from Chaldea;
> 
> Moses beheld upon Mount Sinai forms of dark delusion:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> To Trismegistus. Palamabron gave an abstract Law:
> 
> To Pythagoras Socrates & Plato.
> 
> Times rolled on o'er all the sons of Har, time after time Orc on 
> 
> Mount Atlas howld, chain'd down with the Chain of Jealousy 
> 
> Then Oothoon hoverd over Judah & Jerusalem
> 
> And Jesus heard her voice (a man of sorrows) he recievd 
> 
> A Gospel from wretched Theotormon.
> 
> The human race began to wither, for the healthy built 
> 
> Secluded places, fearing the joys of Love
> 
> And the disease'd only propagated:
> 
> So Antamon call'd up Leutha from her valleys of delight: 
> 
> And to Mahomet a loose Bible gave.
> 
> But in the North, to Odin, Sotha gave a Code of War,
> 
> Because of Diralada thinking to reclaim his joy.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> These were the Churches: Hospitals: Castles: Palaces: 
> 
> Like nets & gins & traps to catch the joys of Eternity 
> 
> And all the rest a desart;
> 
> Till like a dream Eternity was obliterated & erased.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Since that dread day when Har and Heva fled.
> 
> Because their brethren & sisters liv'd in War & Lust; 
> 
> And as they fled they shrunk
> 
> Into two narrow doleful forms:
> 
> Creeping in reptile flesh upon
> 
> The bosom of the ground:
> 
> And all the vast of Nature shrunk
> 
> Before their shrunken eyes.
> 
> Thus the terrible race of Los & Enitharmon gave
> 
> Laws & Religions to the sons of Har binding them more 
> 
> And more to Earth: closing and restraining:
> 
> Till a Philosophy of Five Senses was complete
> 
> Urizen wept & gave it into the hands of Newton & Locke
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Clouds roll heavy upon the Alps round Rousseau & Voltaire: 
> 
> And on the mountains of Lebanon round the deceased Gods 
> 
> Of Asia; & on the desarts of Africa round the 
> 
> Fallen Angels The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent 
> 
>   
>

### Asia

> The Kings of Asia heard
> 
> The howl rise up from Europe!
> 
> And each ran out from his Web;
> 
> From his ancient woven Den;
> 
> For the darkness of Asia was startled
> 
> At the thick-flaming, thought-creating fires of Orc.
> 
> And the Kings of Asia stood
> 
> And cried in bitterness of soul.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Shall not the King call for Famine from the heath?
> 
> Nor the Priest, for Pestilence from the fen?
> 
> To restrain! to dismay! to thin!
> 
> The inhabitants of mountain and plain;
> 
> In the day, of full-feeding prosperity;
> 
> And the night of delicious songs.
> 
> Shall not the Councellor throw his curb
> 
> Of Poverty on the laborious?
> 
> To fix the price of labour;
> 
> To invent allegoric riches:
> 
> And the privy admonishers of men
> 
> Call for fires in the City
> 
> For heaps of smoking ruins,
> 
> In the night of prosperity & wantonness
> 
> To turn man from his path,
> 
> To restrain the child from the womb,
> 
> To cut off the bread from the city,
> 
> That the remnant may learn to obey.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> That the pride of the heart may fail;
> 
> That the lust of the eyes may be quench'd:
> 
> That the delicate ear in its infancy
> 
> May be dull'd; and the nostrils clos'd up;
> 
> To teach mortal worms the path
> 
> That leads from the gates of the Grave.
> 
> Urizen heard them cry!
> 
> And his shudd'ring waving wings
> 
> Went enormous above the red flames
> 
> Drawing clouds of despair thro' the heavens
> 
> Of Europe as he went:
> 
> And his Books of brass iron & gold
> 
> Melted over the land as he flew,
> 
> Heavy-waving, howling, weeping.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And he stood over Judea:
> 
> And stay'd in his ancient place:
> 
> And stretch'd his clouds over Jerusalem;
> 
> For Adam, a mouldering skeleton
> 
> Lay bleach'd on the garden of Eden;
> 
> And Noah as white as snow
> 
> On the mountains of Ararat.
> 
> Then the thunders of Urizen bellow'd aloud
> 
> From his woven darkness above.
> 
> Orc raging in European darkness
> 
> Arose like a pillar of fire above the Alps
> 
> Like a serpent of fiery flame!
> 
> The sullen Earth
> 
> Shrunk!
> 
> Forth from the dead dust rattling bones to bones
> 
> Join: shaking convuls'd the shivring clay breathes
> 
> And all flesh naked stands: Fathers and Friends;
> 
> Mothers & Infants; Kings & Warriors:
> 
> The Grave shrieks with delight, & shakes
> 
> Her hollow womb, & clasps the solid stem:
> 
> Her bosom swells with wild desire:
> 
> And milk & blood & glandous wine

# The Book of Ahania (1795)

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### Chap: 1

1: Fuzon, on a chariot iron-wing'd

On spiked flames rose; his hot visage

Flam'd furious! sparkles his hair & beard

Shot down his wide bosom and shoulders.

On clouds of smoke rages his chariot

And his right hand burns red in its cloud

Moulding into a vast globe, his wrath

As the thunder-stone is moulded.

Son of Urizens silent burnings

2: Shall we worship this Demon of smoke,

Said Fuzon, this abstract non-entity

This cloudy God seated on waters

Now seen, now obscur'd; King of sorrow?

3: So he spoke, in a fiery flame,

On Urizen frowning indignant,

The Globe of wrath shaking on high

Roaring with fury, he threw

The howling Globe: burning it flew

Lengthning into a hungry beam. Swiftly

4: Oppos'd to the exulting flam'd beam

The broad Disk of Urizen upheav'd

Across the Void many a mile.

5: It was forg'd in mills where the winter

Beats incessant; ten winters the disk

Unremitting endur'd the cold hammer.

6: But the strong arm that sent it, remember'd

The sounding beam; laughing it tore through

That beaten mass: keeping its direction

The cold loins of Urizen dividing.

7: Dire shriek'd his invisible Lust

Deep groan'd Urizen! stretching his awful hand

Ahania (so name his parted soul)

He siez'd on his mountains of jealousy.

He groand anguishd & called her Sin,

Kissing her and weeping over her;

Then hid her in darkness in silence;

Jealous tho' she was invisible.

8: She fell down a faint shadow wandring

In chaos and circling dark Urizen,

As the moon anguishd circles the earth;

Hopeless! abhorrd! a death-shadow,

Unseen, unbodied, unknown,

The mother of Pestilence.

9: But the fiery beam of Fuzon

Was a pillar of fire to Egypt

Five hundred years wandring on earth

Till Los siezd it and beat in a mass

With the body of the sun.

### Chap: 2

1: But the forehead of Urizen gathering,

And his eyes pale with anguish, his lips

Blue & changing; in tears and bitter

Contrition he prepar'd his Bow,

2: Form'd of Ribs: that in his dark solitude

When obscur'd in his forests fell monsters,

Arose. For his dire Contemplations

Rush'd down like floods from his mountains

In torrents of mud settling thick

With Eggs of unnatural production

Forthwith hatching; some howl'd on his hills

Some in vales; some aloft flew in air

3: Of these: an enormous dread Serpent

Scaled and poisonous horned

Approach'd Urizen even to his knees

As he sat on his dark rooted Oak.

4: With his horns he push'd furious.

Great the conflict & great the jealousy

In cold poisons: but Urizen smote him

5: First he poison'd the rocks with his blood

Then polish'd his ribs, and his sinews

Dried; laid them apart till winter;

Then a Bow black prepar'd; on this Bow,

A poisoned rock plac'd in silence:

He utter'd these words to the Bow.

6: O Bow of the clouds of secresy!

O nerve of that lust form'd monster!

Send this rock swift, invisible thro'

The black clouds, on the bosom of Fuzon

7: So saying, In torment of his wounds,

He bent the enormous ribs slowly;

A circle of darkness! then fixed

The sinew in its rest: then the Rock

Poisonous source! plac'd with art, lifting difficult

Its weighty bulk: silent the rock lay.

8: While Fuzon his tygers unloosing

Thought Urizen slain by his wrath.

I am God. said he, eldest of things!

9: Sudden sings the rock, swift & invisible

0n Fuzon flew, enter'd his bosom;

His beautiful visage, his tresses,

That gave light to the mornings of heaven

Were smitten with darkness, deform'd

And outstretch'd on the edge of the forest

10: But the rock fell upon the Earth,

Mount Sinai, in Arabia.

### Chap: 3

1: The Globe shook; and Urizen seated

On black clouds his sore wound anointed

The ointment flow'd down on the void

Mix'd with blood; here the snake gets her poison

2: With difficulty & great pain; Urizen

Lifted on high the dead corse:

On his shoulders he bore it to where

A Tree hung over the Immensity

3: For when Urizen shrunk away

From Eternals, he sat on a rock

Barren; a rock which himself

From redounding fancies had petrified

Many tears fell on the rock,

Many sparks of vegetation;

Soon shot the pained root

Of Mystery, under his heel:

It grew a thick tree; he wrote

In silence his book of iron:

Till the horrid plant bending its boughs

Grew to roots when it felt the earth

And again sprung to many a tree.

4: Amaz'd started Urizen! when

He beheld himself compassed round

And high roofed over with trees

He arose but the stems stood so thick

He with difficulty and great pain

Brought his Books, all but the Book

Of iron, from the dismal shade

5: The Tree still grows over the Void

Enrooting itself all around

An endless labyrinth of woe!

6: The corse of his first begotten

On the accursed Tree of MYSTERY:

On the topmost stem of this Tree

Urizen nail'd Fuzons corse.

### Chap: 4

1: Forth flew the arrows of pestilence

Round the pale living Corse on the tree

2: For in Urizens slumbers of abstraction

In the infinite ages of Eternity:

When his Nerves of joy melted & flow'd

A white Lake on the dark blue air

In perturb'd pain and dismal torment

Now stretching out, now swift conglobing.

3: Effluvia vapor'd above

In noxious clouds; these hover'd thick

Over the disorganiz'd Immortal,

Till petrific pain scurfd o'er the Lakes

As the bones of man, solid & dark

4: The clouds of disease hover'd wide

Around the Immortal in torment

Perching around the hurtling bones

Disease on disease, shape on shape,

Winged screaming in blood & torment.

5: The Eternal Prophet beat on his anvils

Enrag'd in the desolate darkness

He forg'd nets of iron around

And Los threw them around the bones

6: The shapes screaming flutter'd vain

Some combin'd into muscles & glands

Some organs for caving and lust

Most remain'd on the tormented void:

Urizens army of horrors.

7: Round the pale living Corse on the Tree

Forty years flew the arrows of pestilence

8: Wailing and terror and woe

Ran thro' all his dismal world:

Forty years all his sons & daughters

Felt their skulls harden; then Asia

Arose in the pendulous deep.

9: They reptilize upon the Earth.

10: Fuzon groand on the Tree.

### Chap: 5

1: The lamenting voice of Ahania

Weeping upon the void.

And round the Tree of Fuzon:

Distant in solitary night

Her voice was heard, but no form

Had she: but her tears from clouds

Eternal fell round the Tree

2: And the voice cried: Ah Urizen! Love!

Flower of morning! I weep on the verge

Of Non-entity; how wide the Abyss

Between Ahania and thee!

3: I lie on the verge of the deep.

I see thy dark clouds ascend,

I see thy black forests and floods,

A horrible waste to my eyes!

4: Weeping I walk over rocks

Over dens & thro' valleys of death

Why didst thou despise Ahania

To cast me from thy bright presence

Into the World of Loneness

5: I cannot touch his hand:

Nor weep on his knees, nor hear

His voice & bow, nor see his eyes

And joy, nor hear his footsteps, and

My heart leap at the lovely sound!

I cannot kiss the place

Whereon his bright feet have trod,

But I wander on the rocks

With hard necessity.

6: Where is my golden palace

Where my ivory bed

Where the joy of my morning hour

Where the sons of eternity, singing

7: To awake bright Urizen my king!

To arise to the mountain sport,

To the bliss of eternal valleys:

8: To awake my king in the morn!

To embrace Ahanias joy

On the bredth of his pen bosom:

From my soft cloud of dew to fall

In showers of life on his harvests.

9: When he gave my happy soul

To the sons of eternal joy:

When he took the daughters of life.

Into my chambers of love:

10: When I found babes of bliss on my beds.

And bosoms of milk in my chambers

Fill'd with eternal seed

O! eternal births sung round Ahania

In interchange sweet of their joys.

11: Swell'd with ripeness & fat with fatness

Bursting on winds my odors,

My ripe figs and rich pomegranates

In infant joy at thy feet

O Urizen, sported and sang;

12: Then thou with thy lap full of seed

With thy hand full of generous fire

Walked forth from the clouds of morning

On the virgins of springing joy,

On the human soul to cast

The seed of eternal science.

13: The sweat poured down thy temples

To Ahania return'd in evening

The moisture awoke to birth

My mothers-joys, sleeping in bliss.

14: But now alone over rocks, mountains

Cast out from thy lovely bosom:

Cruel jealousy! selfish fear!

Self-destroying: how can delight,

Renew in these chains of darkness

Where bones of beasts are strown

On the bleak and snowy mountains

Where bones from the birth are buried

Before they see the light.

*** * *FINIS** *** * ***

# Milton A Poem (1804 - 1811)

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### Book the First

> Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poet's Song, 
> 
> Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your Realms 
> 
> Of terror & mild moony lustre, in soft sexual delusions 
> 
> Of varied beauty, to delight the wanderer and repose
> 
> His burning thirst & freezing hunger! Come into my hand 
> 
> By your mild power; descending down the Nerves of my right arm 
> 
> From out the Portals of my Brain, where by your ministry 
> 
> The Eternal Great Humanity Divine planted his Paradise, 
> 
> And in it caus'd the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet form 
> 
> In likeness of himself. Tell also of the False Tongue! vegetated 
> 
> Beneath your land of shadows: of its sacrifices, and
> 
> Its offerings: even till Jesus, the image of the Invisible God, 
> 
> Became its prey; a curse, an offering, and an atonement 
> 
> For Death Eternal in the heavens of Albion, & before the Gates 
> 
> Of Jerusalem his Emanation, in the heavens beneath Beulah.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Say first! what mov'd Milton, who walk'd about in Eternity 
> 
> One hundred years, pond'ring the intricate mazes of Providence, 
> 
> Unhappy tho' in heav'n, he obey'd, he murmur'd not, he was silent.
> 
> Viewing his Sixfold Emanation scatter'd thro' the deep 
> 
> In torment: To go into the deep her to redeem & himself perish?
> 
> That cause at length mov'd Milton to this unexampled deed, 
> 
> A Bard's prophetic Song! for sitting at eternal tables.
> 
> Terrific among the Sons of Albion, in chorus solemn & loud 
> 
> A Bard broke forth: all sat attentive to the awful man.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Three Classes are Created by the Hammer of Los, & Woven
> 
>   
> 
> 
> By Enitharmons Looms when Albion was slain upon his Mountains 
> 
> And in his Tent, thro envy of Living Form, even of the Divine Vision 
> 
> And of the sports of Wisdom in the Human Imagination
> 
> Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever.
> 
> Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation:
> 
> Urizen lay in darkness & solitude, in chains of the mind lock'd up 
> 
> Los siezd his Hammer & Tongs; he labourd at his resolute Anvil
> 
> Among indefinite Druid rocks & snows of doubt & reasoning.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Refusing all Definite Form, the Abstract Horror roofd. stony hard.
> 
> And a first Age passed over & a State of dismal woe:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Down sunk with fright a red round Globe hot burning. deep 
> 
> Deep down into the Abyss. panting: conglobing: trembling ;
> 
> And a second Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Rolling round into two little Orbs & closed in two little Caves 
> 
> The Eyes beheld the Abyss: lest bones of solidness freeze over all 
> 
> And a third Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> From beneath his Orbs of Vision, Two Ears in close volutions 
> 
> Shot spiring out in the deep darkness & petrified as they grew 
> 
> And a fourth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Hanging upon the wind, Two Nostrils bent down into the 
> 
> Deep And a fifth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In ghastly torment sick, a Tongue of hunger & thirst flamed out
> 
> And a sixth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Enraged & stifled without & within: in terror & woe, he threw his 
> 
> Right Arm to the north, his left Arm to the south, & his 
> 
> Feet Stampd the nether Abyss in trembling & howling & dismay 
> 
> And a seventh Age passed over & a State of dismal woe
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Terrified Los stood in the Abyss & his immortal limbs 
> 
> Grew deadly pale; he became what he beheld: for a red 
> 
> Round Globe sunk down from his Bosom into the Deep in pangs 
> 
> He hoverd over it trembling & weeping. suspended it shook 
> 
> The nether Abyss in tremblings. he wept over it, he cherish'd it
> 
> In deadly sickening pain: till separated into a Female pale 
> 
> As the cloud that brings the snow: all the while from his Back 
> 
> A blue fluid exuded in Sinews hardening in the Abyss
> 
> Till it separated into a Male Form howling in Jealousy
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Within labouring. beholding Without: from Particulars to Generals 
> 
> Subduing his Spectre, they Builded the Looms of Generation 
> 
> They Builded Great Golgonooza Times on Times Ages on Ages 
> 
> First Orc was Born then the Shadowy Female: then All Los's Family 
> 
> At last Enitharmon brought forth Satan Refusing Form, in vain 
> 
> The Miller of Eternity made subservient to the Great Harvest 
> 
> That he may go to his own Place Prince of the Starry Wheels
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Beneath the Plow of Rintrah & the harrow of the Almighty 
> 
> In the hands of Palamabron. Where the Starry Mills of Satan 
> 
> Are built beneath the Earth & Waters of the Mundane Shell 
> 
> Here the Three Classes of Men take their Sexual texture Woven 
> 
> The Sexual is Threefold: the Human is Fourfold.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> If you account it Wisdom when you are angry to be silent, and 
> 
> Not to shew it: I do not account that Wisdom but Folly.
> 
> Every Mans Wisdom is peculiar to his own Individ[u]ality 
> 
> O Satan my youngest born, art thou not Prince of the Starry Hosts 
> 
> And of the Wheels of Heaven, to turn the Mills day & night?
> 
> Art thou not Newtons Pantocrator weaving the Woof of Locke 
> 
> To Mortals thy Mills seem every thing & the Harrow of Shaddai 
> 
> A scheme of Human conduct invisible & incomprehensible 
> 
> Get to thy Labours at the Mills & leave me to my wrath.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Satan was going to reply, but Los roll'd his loud thunders.
> 
> Anger me not! thou canst not drive the Harrow in pitys paths.
> 
> Thy Work is Eternal Death, with Mills & Ovens & Cauldrons.
> 
> Trouble me no more. thou canst not have Eternal Life
> 
> So Los spoke! Satan trembling obeyd weeping along the way.
> 
> Mark well my words, they are of your eternal Salvation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Between South Molton Street & Stratford Place: Calvarys foot 
> 
> Where the Victims were preparing for Sacrifice their Cherubim 
> 
> Around their loins pourd forth their arrows & their bosoms beam 
> 
> With all colours of precious stones, & their inmost palaces 
> 
> Resounded with preparation of animals wild & tame 
> 
> (Mark well my words! Corporeal Friends are Spiritual Enemies) 
> 
> Mocking Druidical Mathematical 
> 
> Proportion of Length Bredth Highth Displaying 
> 
> Naked Beauty! with Flute & Harp & Song
> 
> Palamabron with the fiery Harrow in morning returning 
> 
> From breathing fields. Satan fainted beneath the artillery 
> 
> Christ took on Sin in the Virgins Womb, & put it off on the Cross
> 
> All pitied the piteous & was wrath with the wrathful & Los heard it.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And this is the manner of the Daughters of Albion in their beauty 
> 
> Every one is threefold in Head & Heart & Reins, & every one 
> 
> Has three Gates into the Three Heavens of Beulah which shine 
> 
> Translucent in their Foreheads & their Bosoms & their Loins 
> 
> Surrounded with fires unapproachable: but whom they please 
> 
> They take up into their Heavens in intoxicating delight 
> 
> For the Elect cannot be Redeemd, but Created continually 
> 
> By Offering & Atonement in the crue[l]ties of Moral Law 
> 
> Hence the three Classes of Men take their fix'd destinations 
> 
> They are the Two Contraries & the Reasoning Negative.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> While the Females prepare the Victims. the Males at Furnaces 
> 
> And Anvils dance the dance of tears & pain. loud lightnings 
> 
> Lash on their limbs as they turn the whirlwinds loose upon 
> 
> The Furnaces, lamenting around the Anvils & this their Song
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Ah weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form 
> 
> Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground 
> 
> The Eye of Man a little narrow orb closd up & dark 
> 
> Scarcely beholding the great light conversing with the Void 
> 
> The Ear, a little shell in small volutions shutting out 
> 
> All melodies & comprehending only Discord and Harmony 
> 
> The Tongue a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys 
> 
> A little sound it utters & its cries are faintly heard 
> 
> Then brings forth Moral Virtue the cruel Virgin Babylon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Can such an Eye judge of the stars? & looking thro its tubes 
> 
> Measure the sunny rays that point their spears on Udanadan 
> 
> Can such an Ear filld with the vapours of the yawning pit.
> 
> Judge of the pure melodious harp struck by a hand divine?
> 
> Can such closed Nostrils feel a joy? or tell of autumn fruits 
> 
> When grapes & figs burst their covering to the joyful air 
> 
> Can such a Tongue boast of the living waters? or take in 
> 
> Ought but the Vegetable Ratio & loathe the faint delight 
> 
> Can such gross Lips percieve? alas! folded within themselves 
> 
> They touch not ought but pallid turn & tremble at every wind
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus they sing Creating the Three Classes among Druid Rocks 
> 
> Charles calls on Milton for Atonement. Cromwell is ready 
> 
> James calls for fires in Golgonooza. for heaps of smoking ruins 
> 
> In the night of prosperity and wantonness which he himself 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Created Among the Daughters of Albion among the 
> 
> Rocks of the Druids When Satan fainted beneath the arrows of Elynittria
> 
> And Mathematic Proportion was subdued by Living Proportion
> 
> From Golgonooza the spiritual Fourfold London eternal 
> 
> In immense labours & sorrows, ever building, ever falling, 
> 
> Thro Albions four Forests which overspread all the Earth, 
> 
> From London Stone to Blackheath east: to Hounslow west: 
> 
> To Finchley north: to Norwood south: and the weights
> 
> Of Enitharmons Loom play lulling cadences on the winds of Albion 
> 
> From Caithness in the north, to Lizard-point & Dover in the south
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Loud sounds the Hammer of Los, & loud his Bellows is heard 
> 
> Before London to Hampsteads breadths & Highgates heights 
> 
> To Stratford & old Bow: & across to the Gardens of Kensington 
> 
> On Tyburns Brook: loud groans Thames beneath the iron Forge 
> 
> Of Rintrah & Palamabron of Theotorm[on] & Bromion, to forge the instruments 
> 
> Of Harvest: the Plow & Harrow to pass over the Nations
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Surrey hills glow like the clinkers of the furnace: Lambeths Vale 
> 
> Where Jerusalems foundations began; where they were laid in ruins
> 
> Where they were laid in ruins from every Nation & Oak Groves rooted
> 
> Dark gleams before the Furnace-mouth a heap of burning ashes 
> 
> When shall Jerusalem return & overspread all the Nations 
> 
> Return: return to Lambeths Vale O building of human souls 
> 
> Thence stony Druid Temples overspread the Island white 
> 
> And thence from Jerusalems ruins.. from her walls of salvation 
> 
> And praise: thro the whole Earth were reard from Ireland 
> 
> To Mexico & Peru west, & east to China & Japan; till Babel 
> 
> The Spectre of Albion frownd over the Nations in glory & war 
> 
> All things begin & end in Albions ancient Druid rocky shore 
> 
> But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Loud sounds the Hammer of Los, loud turn the Wheels of Enitharmon 
> 
> Her Looms vibrate with soft affections, weaving the 
> 
> Web of Life Out from the ashes of the Dead; Los lifts his iron Ladles 
> 
> With molten ore: he heaves the iron cliffs in his rattling chains 
> 
> From Hyde Park to the Alms-houses of Mile-end & old 
> 
> Bow Here the Three Classes of Mortal Men take their fixd destinations 
> 
> And hence they overspread the Nations of the whole Earth & hence 
> 
> The Web of Life is woven: & the tender sinews of life created 
> 
> And the Three Classes of Men regulated by Los's hammer.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The first, The Elect from before the foundation of the World: 
> 
> The second, The Redeem'd. The Third, The Reprobate & form'd 
> 
> To destruction from the mothers womb: follow with me my plow!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Of the first class was Satan: with incomparable mildness; 
> 
> His primitive tyrannical attempts on Los: with most endearing love 
> 
> He soft intreated Los to give to him Palamabrons station; 
> 
> For Palamabron returnd with labour wearied every evening 
> 
> Palamabron oft refus'd; and as often Satan offer'd
> 
> His service till by repeated offers and repeated intreaties 
> 
> Los gave to him the Harrow of the Almighty; alas blamable 
> 
> Palamabron. fear'd to be angry lest Satan should accuse him of 
> 
> Ingratitude, & Los believe the accusation thro Satans extreme 
> 
> Mildness. Satan labour'd all day. it was a thousand years 
> 
> In the evening returning terrified overlabourd & astonish'd 
> 
> Embrac'd soft with a brothers tears Palamabron, who also wept
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Next morning Palamabron rose: the horses of the Harrow 
> 
> Were maddend with tormenting fury, & the servants of the Harrow 
> 
> The Gnomes, accus'd Satan, with indignation fury and fire.
> 
> Then Palamabron reddening like the Moon in an eclipse, 
> 
> Spoke saying, You know Satans mildness and his self-imposition, 
> 
> Seeming a brother, being a tyrant, even thinking himself a brother 
> 
> While he is murdering the just; prophetic I behold
> 
> His future course thro' darkness and despair to eternal death 
> 
> But we must not be tyrants also! he hath assum'd my place 
> 
> For one whole day, under pretence of pity and love to me: 
> 
> My horses hath he maddend! and my fellow servants injur'd: 
> 
> How should he he know the duties of another? O foolish forbearance 
> 
> Would I had told Los, all my heart! but patience O my friends.
> 
> All may be well: silent remain, while I call Los and Satan.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Loud as the wind of Beulah that unroots the rocks & hills 
> 
> Palamabron call'd! and Los & Satan came before him 
> 
> And Palamabron shew'd the horses & the servants. Satan wept, 
> 
> And mildly cursing Palamabron, him accus'd of crimes
> 
> Himself had wrought. Los trembled; Satans blandishments almost 
> 
> Perswaded the Prophet of Eternity that Palamabron
> 
> Was Satans enemy, & that the Gnomes being Palamabron's friends 
> 
> Were leagued together against Satan thro' ancient enmity.
> 
> What could Los do? how could be judge, when Satans self, believ'd 
> 
> That he had not oppres'd the horses of the Harrow, nor the servants.  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los said, Henceforth Palamabron, let each his own station 
> 
> Keep: nor in pity false, nor in officious brotherhood, where 
> 
> None needs, be active. Mean time Palamabrons horses.
> 
> Rag'd with thick flames redundant, & the Harrow maddend with fury.
> 
> Trembling Palamabron stood, the strongest of Demons trembled: 
> 
> Curbing his living creatures; many of the strongest Gnomes, 
> 
> They bit in their wild fury, who also maddend like wildest beasts
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mark well my words; they are of your eternal salvation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mean while wept Satan before Los, accusing Palamabron; 
> 
> Himself exculpating with mildest speech. for himself believ'd 
> 
> That he had not opress'd nor injur'd the refractory servants.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Satan returning to his Mills (for Palamabron had serv'd 
> 
> The Mills of Satan as the easier task) found all confusion 
> 
> And back return'd to Los, not fill'd with vengeance but with tears, 
> 
> Himself convinc'd of Palamabrons turpitude. Los beheld 
> 
> The servants of the Mills drunken with wine and dancing wild 
> 
> With shouts and Palamabrons songs, rending the forests green 
> 
> With ecchoing confusion, tho' the Sun was risen on high.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Los took off his left sandal placing it on his head, 
> 
> Signal of solemn mourning: when the servants of the 
> 
> Mills Beheld the signal they in silence stood, tho' drunk with wine.
> 
> Los wept! But Rintrah also came, and Enitharmon on
> 
> His arm lean'd tremblingly observing all these things
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Los said. Ye Genii of the Mills! the Sun is on high 
> 
> Your labours call you! Palamabron is also in sad dilemma; 
> 
> His horses are mad! his Harrow confounded! his companions enrag'd.
> 
> Mine is the fault! I should have remember'd that pity divides the soul 
> 
> And man, unmans: follow with me my Plow. this mournful day 
> 
> Must be a blank in Nature: follow with me, and tomorrow again 
> 
> Resume your labours, & this day shall be a mournful day
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Wildly they follow'd Los and Rintrah, & the Mills were silent 
> 
> They mourn'd all day this mournful day of Satan & Palamabron: 
> 
> And all the Elect & all the Redeem'd mourn'd one toward another 
> 
> Upon the mountains of Albion among the cliffs of the Dead.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They Plow'd in tears! incessant pourd Jehovahs rain, & Molechs 
> 
> Thick fires contending with the rain, thunder'd above rolling 
> 
> Terrible over their heads; Satan wept over Palamabron 
> 
> Theotormon & Bromion contended on the side of 
> 
> Satan Pitying his youth and beauty; trembling at eternal death: 
> 
> Michael contended against Satan in the rolling thunder 
> 
> Thulloh the friend of Satan also reprovd him; faint their reproof.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Rintrah who is of the reprobate: of those form'd to destruction 
> 
> In indignation. for Satans soft dissimulation of friendship!
> 
> Flam'd above all the plowed furrows, angry red and furious, 
> 
> Till Michael sat down in the furrow weary dissolv'd in tears 
> 
> Satan who drave the team beside him, stood angry & red 
> 
> He smote Thulloh & slew him, & he stood terrible over 
> 
> Michael Urging him to arise: he wept! Enitharmon saw his tears 
> 
> But Los hid Thulloh from her sight, lest she should die of grief 
> 
> She wept: she trembled! she kissed Satan; she wept over Michael 
> 
> She form'd a Space for Satan & Michael & for the poor infected 
> 
> Trembling she wept over the Space, & clos'd it with a tender Moon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los secret buried Thulloh, weeping disconsolate over the moony Space
> 
> But Palamabron called down a Great Solemn Assembly,
> 
> That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelled to 
> 
> Defend a Lie, that he may be snared & caught & taken
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And all Eden descended into Palamabrons tent
> 
> Among Albions Druids & Bards, in the caves beneath Albions 
> 
> Death Couch, in the caverns of death, in the corner of the Atlantic.
> 
> And in the midst of the Great Assembly Palamabron pray'd: 
> 
> O God protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me 
> 
> Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from my bitterest enemies.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mark well my words, they are of your eternal salvation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then rose the Two Witnesses, Rintrah & Palamabron: 
> 
> And Palamabron appeal'd to all Eden, and recievd
> 
> Judgment: and Lo! it fell on Rintrah and his rage:
> 
> Which now flam'd high & furious in Satan against Plamabron 
> 
> Till it became a proverb in Eden. Satan is among the Reprobate.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los in his wrath curs'd heaven & earth, he rent up Nations 
> 
> Standing on Albions rocks among high-reard Druid temples 
> 
> Which reach the stars of heaven & stretch from pole to pole.
> 
> He displacd continents, the oceans fled before his face 
> 
> He alter'd the poles of the world, east, west & north & south 
> 
> But he clos'd up Enitharmon from the sight of all these things
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For Satan flaming with Rintrahs fury hidden beneath his own mildness 
> 
> Accus'd Palamabron before the Assembly of ingratitude! of malice: 
> 
> He created Seven deadly Sins drawing out his infernal scroll, 
> 
> Of Moral laws and cruel punishments upon the clouds of Jehovah 
> 
> To pervert the Divine voice in its entrance to the earth 
> 
> With thunder of war & trumpets sound, with armies of disease 
> 
> Punishments & deaths musterd & number'd; Saying I am God alone 
> 
> There is no other! let all obey my principles of moral individuality 
> 
> I have brought them from the uppermost innermost recesses 
> 
> Of my Eternal Mind, transgressors I will rend off for ever, 
> 
> As now I rend this accursed Family from my covering.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus Satan rag'd amidst the Assembly! and his bosom grew 
> 
> Opake against the Divine Vision: the paved terraces of 
> 
> His bosom inwards shone with fires, but the stones becoming opake!
> 
> Hid him from sight, in an extreme blackness and darkness, 
> 
> And there a World of deeper Ulro was open'd, in the midst 
> 
> Of the Assembly. In Satans bosom a vast unfathomable Abyss.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Astonishment held the Assembly in an awful silence: and tears 
> 
> Fell down as dews of night, & a loud solemn universal groan 
> 
> Was utter'd from the east & from the west & from the south 
> 
> And from the north; and Satan stood opake immeasurable 
> 
> Covering the east with solid blackness, round his hidden heart 
> 
> With thunders utterd from his hidden wheels: accusing loud 
> 
> The Divine Mercy, for protecting Palamabron in his tent.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Rintrah rear'd up walls of rocks and pourd rivers & moats
> 
> Of fire round the walls: columns of fire guard around 
> 
> Between Satan and Palamabron in the terrible darkness.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Satan not having the Science of Wrath, but only of Pity: 
> 
> Rent them asunder, and wrath was left to wrath, & pity to pity.
> 
> He sunk down a dreadful Death, unlike the slumbers of Beulah
> 
> The Separation was terrible: the Dead was repos'd on his Couch 
> 
> Beneath the Couch of Albion, on the seven mou[n]tains of Rome 
> 
> In the whole place of the Covering Cherub, Rome Babylon & Tyre.
> 
> His Spectre raging furious descended into its Space
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Los & Enitharmon knew that Satan is Urizen
> 
> Drawn down by Orc & the Shadowy Female into Generation 
> 
> Oft Enitharmon enterd weeping into the Space, there appearing 
> 
> An aged Woman raving along the Streets (the Space is named 
> 
> Canaan) then she returnd to Los weary frighted as from dreams
> 
> The nature of a Female Space is this: it shrinks the 
> 
> Organs Of Life till they become Finite & Itself seems Infinite.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Satan vibrated in the immensity of the Space! Limited 
> 
> To those without but Infinite to those within: it fell down and 
> 
> Became Canaan: closing Los from Eternity in Albions Cliffs 
> 
> A mighty Fiend against the Divine Humanity mustring to War
> 
> Satan! Ah me! is gone to his own place, said Los! their God 
> 
> I will not worship in their Churches, nor King in their Theatres 
> 
> Elynittria! whence is this jealousy running along the mountains 
> 
> British Women were not Jealous when Greek & Roman were Jealous 
> 
> Every thing in Eternity shines by its own Internal light: but thou 
> 
> Darkenest every Internal light with the arrows of thy quiver 
> 
> Bound up in the horns of jealousy to a deadly fading Moon 
> 
> And Ocalythron binds the Sun into a Jealous Globe
> 
> That every thing is fixd Opake without Internal light
> 
> So Los lamented over Satan, who triumphant divided the Nations
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He set his face against Jerusalem to destroy the Eon of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Los hid Enitharmon from the sight of all these things, 
> 
> Upon the Thames whose lulling harmony repos'd her soul: 
> 
> Where Beulah lovely terminates in rocky Albion:
> 
> Terminating in Hyde Park, on Tyburns awful brook.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Mills of Satan were separated into a moony Space 
> 
> Among the rocks of Albions Temples, and Satans Druid sons 
> 
> Offer the Human Victims throughout all the Earth, and Albions 
> 
> Dread Tomb immortal on his Rock, overshadowd the whole Earth: 
> 
> Where Satan making to himself Laws from his own identity.
> 
> Compell'd others to serve him in moral gratitude & submission 
> 
> Being call'd God: setting himself above all that is called God.
> 
> And all the Spectres of the Dead calling themselves Sons of God 
> 
> In his Synagogues worship Satan under the Unutterable Name
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And it was enquir'd: Why in a Great Solemn Assembly
> 
> The Innocent should be condemn'd for the Guilty? Then an Eternal rose 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Saying. If the Guilty should be condemn'd, he must be an Eternal Death 
> 
> And one must die for another throughout all Eternity.
> 
> Satan is fall'n from his station & never can be redeem'd 
> 
> But must be new created continually moment by moment
> 
> And therefore the Class of Satan shall be calld the Elect, & those 
> 
> Of Rintrah. the Reprobate, & those of Palamabron the Redeem'd 
> 
> For he is redeem'd from Satans Law, the wrath falling on Rintrah, 
> 
> And therefore Palamabron dared not to call a solemn Assembly 
> 
> Till Satan had assum'd Rintrahs wrath in the day of mourning 
> 
> In a feminine delusion of false pride self-deciev'd.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spake the Eternal and confirm'd it with a thunderous oath
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But when Leutha a Daughter of Beulah) beheld Satans condemnation 
> 
> She down descended into the midst of the Great Solemn Assembly 
> 
> Offering herself a Ransom for Satan, taking on her, his Sin.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Leutha stood glowing with varying colours immortal, heart-piercing 
> 
> And lovely: & her moth-like elegance shone over the Assembly
> 
>   
> 
> 
> At length standing upon the golden floor of Palamabron 
> 
> She spake: I am the Author of this Sin! by my suggestion 
> 
> My Parent power Satan has committed this transgression.
> 
> I loved Palamabron & I sought to approach his Tent, 
> 
> But beautiful Elynittria with her silver arrows repelld me.
> 
> For her light is terrible to me. I fade before her immortal beauty.
> 
> O wherefore doth a Dragon-form forth issue from my limbs 
> 
> To sieze her new born son? Ah me! the wretched Leutha!
> 
> This to prevent, entering the doors of Satans brain night after night 
> 
> Like sweet perfumes I stupified the masculine perceptions 
> 
> And kept only the feminine awake, hence rose his soft 
> 
> Delusory love to Palamabron: admiration join'd with envy 
> 
> Cupidity unconquerable! my fault, when at noon of day 
> 
> The Horses of Palamabron call'd for rest and pleasant death: 
> 
> I sprang out of the breast of Satan, over the Harrow beaming 
> 
> In all my beauty! that I might unloose the flaming steeds 
> 
> As Elynittria use'd to do; but too well those living creatures 
> 
> Knew that I was not Elynittria, and they brake the traces 
> 
> But me, the servants of the Harrow saw not: but as a bow 
> 
> Of varying colours on the hills; terribly rag'd the horses.
> 
> Satan astonishd, and with power above his own controll 
> 
> Compell'd the Gnomes to curb the horses, & to throw banks of sand 
> 
> Around the fiery flaming Harrow in labyrinthine forms.
> 
> And brooks between to intersect the meadows in their course.
> 
> The Harrow cast thick flames: Jehovah thunderd above: 
> 
> Chaos & ancient night fled from beneath the fiery Harrow: 
> 
> The Harrow cast thick flames & orb'd us round in concave fires 
> 
> A Hell of our own making. see, its flames still gird me round.
> 
> Jehovah thunder'd above! Satan in pride of heart
> 
> Drove the fierce Harrow among the constellations of Jehovah 
> 
> Drawing a third part in the fires as stubble north & south 
> 
> To devour Albion and Jerusalem the Emanation of Albion 
> 
> Driving the Harrow in Pitys paths. 'twas then, with our dark fires 
> 
> Which now gird round us (O eternal torment) I form'd the Serpent 
> 
> Of precious stones & gold turn'd poisons on the sultry wastes 
> 
> The Gnomes in all that day spar'd not; they curs'd Satan bitterly.
> 
> To do unkind things in kindness! with power armd, to say 
> 
> The most irritating things in the midst of tears and love 
> 
> These are the stings of the Serpent! thus did we by them; till thus 
> 
> They in return retaliated, and the Living Creatures maddend.
> 
> The Gnomes labourd. I weeping hid in Satans inmost brain; 
> 
> But when the Gnomes refus'd to labour more, with blandishments 
> 
> I came forth from the head of Satan! back the Gnomes recoil'd.
> 
> And call'd me Sin, and for a sign portentous held me. Soon 
> 
> Day sunk and Palamabron return'd, trembling I hid myself 
> 
> In Satans inmost Palace of his nervous fine wrought Brain: 
> 
> For Elynittria met Satan with all her singing women.
> 
> Terrific in their joy & pouring wine of wildest power 
> 
> They gave Satan their wine: indignant at the burning wrath.
> 
> Wild with prophetic fury his former life became like a dream 
> 
> Cloth'd in the Serpents folds, in selfish holiness demanding purity 
> 
> Being Most impure, self-condemn'd to eternal tears, he drove 
> 
> Me from his inmost Brain & the doors clos'd with thunders sound 
> 
> O Divine Vision who didst create the Female: to repose 
> 
> The Sleepers of Beulah: pity the repentant Leutha. My 
> 
> Sick Couch bears the dark shades of Eternal Death infolding 
> 
> The Spectre of Satan. he furious refuses to repose in sleep 
> 
> I humbly bow in all my Sin before the Throne Divine.
> 
> Not so the Sick-one; Alas what shall be done him to restore?
> 
> Who calls the Individual Law, Holy: and despises the Saviour.
> 
> Glorying to involve Albions Body in fires of eternal War—
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Now Leutha ceas'd: tears flow'd: but the Divine Pity supported her.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> All is my fault! We are the Spectre of Luvah the murderer.
> 
> Of Albion: O Vala! O Luvah! O Albion! O lovely Jerusalem
> 
> The Sin was begun in Eternity, and will not rest to Eternity 
> 
> Till two Eternitys meet together, Ah! lost! lost! lost! for ever!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Leutha spoke. But when she saw that Enitharmon had 
> 
> Created a New Space to protect Satan from punishment; 
> 
> She fled to Enitharmons Tent & hid herself. Loud raging 
> 
> Thundered the Assembly dark & clouded, and they ratify'd 
> 
> The kind decision of Enitharmon & gave a Time to the Space, 
> 
> Even Six Thousand years; and sent Lucifer for its Guard.
> 
> But Lucifer refus'd to die & in pride he forsook his charge 
> 
> And they elected Molech, and when Molech was impatient 
> 
> The Divine hand found the Two Limits: first of 
> 
> Opacity, then of Contraction Opacity was named Satan, Contraction was named Adam.
> 
> Triple Elohim came: Elohim wearied fainted: they elected Shaddai.
> 
> Shaddai angry, Pahad descended: Pahad terrified, they sent Jehovah 
> 
> And Jehovah was leprous; loud he call'd, stretching his hand to Eternity 
> 
> For then the Body of Death was perfected in hypocritic holiness,
> 
> Around the Lamb, a Female Tabernacle woven in Cathedrons Looms 
> 
> He died as a Reprobate. he was Punish'd as a Transgressor!
> 
> Glory! Glory! Glory! to the Holy Lamb of God
> 
> I touch the heavens as an instrument to glorify the Lord!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Elect shall meet the Redeem'd. on Albions rocks they shall meet 
> 
> Astonish'd at the Transgressor, in him beholding the Saviour.
> 
> And the Elect shall say to the Redeemd. We behold it is of Divine 
> 
> Mercy alone! of Free Gift and Election that we live.
> 
> Our Virtues & Cruel Goodnesses, have deserv'd Eternal Death.
> 
> Thus they weep upon the fatal Brook of Albions River.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Elynittria met Leutha in the place where she was hidden.
> 
> And threw aside her arrows, and laid down her sounding Bow; 
> 
> She sooth'd her with soft words & brought her to Palamabrons bed 
> 
> In moments new created for delusion, interwoven round about, 
> 
> In dreams she bore the shadowy Spectre of Sleep, & namd him Death.
> 
> In dreams she bore Rahab the mother of Tirzah & her sisters 
> 
> In Lambeths vales; in Cambridge & in Oxford, places of 
> 
> Thought Intricate labyrinths of Times and Spaces unknown, that Leutha lived 
> 
> In Palamabrons Tent, and Oothoon was her charming guard.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Bard ceas'd. All consider'd and a loud resounding murmur 
> 
> Continu'd round the Halls; and much they question'd the immortal 
> 
> Loud voicd Bard. and many condemn'd the high tone'd Song 
> 
> Saying Pity and Love are too venerable for the imputation 
> 
> Of Guilt. Others said. It it is true! if the acts have been perform'd 
> 
> Let the Bard himself witness. Where hadst thou this terrible Song
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Bard replied. I am Inspired! I know it is Truth! for I Sing
> 
>   
> 
> 
> According to the inspiration of the Poetic Genius
> 
> Who is the eternal all-protecting Divine Humanity
> 
> To whom be Glory & Power & Dominion Evermore Amen
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then there was great murmuring in the Heavens of Albion 
> 
> Concerning Generation & the Vegetative power & concerning 
> 
> The Lamb the Saviour: Albion trembled to Italy Greece & Egypt 
> 
> To Tartary & Hindostan & China & to Great America 
> 
> Shaking the roots & fast foundations of the Earth in doubtfulness 
> 
> The loud voic'd Bard terrify'd took refuge in Miltons bosom
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Milton rose up from the heavens of Albion ardorous!
> 
> The whole Assembly wept prophetic, seeing in Miltons face 
> 
> And in his lineaments divine the shades of Death & Ulro 
> 
> He took off the robe of the promise, & ungirded himself from the oath of God
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Milton said, I go to Eternal Death! The Nations still 
> 
> Follow after the detestable Gods of Priam; in pomp
> 
> Of warlike selfhood, contradicting and blaspheming.
> 
> When will the Resurrection come; to deliver the sleeping body 
> 
> From corruptibility: O when Lord Jesus wilt thou come?
> 
> Tarry no longer; for my soul lies at the gates of death.
> 
> I will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave.
> 
> I will go down to the sepulcher to see if morning breaks!
> 
> I will go down to self annihilation and eternal death, 
> 
> Lest the Last Judgment come & find me unannihilate 
> 
> And I be siez'd & giv'n into the hands of my own Selfhood 
> 
> The Lamb of God is seen thro' mists & shadows, hov'ring 
> 
> Over the sepulchers in clouds of Jehovah & winds of Elohim 
> 
> A disk of blood, distant; & heav'ns & earth's roll dark between 
> 
> What do I here before the Judgment? without my Emanation?
> 
> With the daughters of memory, & not with the daughters of inspiration 
> 
> I in my Selfhood am that Satan: I am that Evil One!
> 
> He is my Spectre! in my obedience to loose him from my Hells 
> 
> To claim the Hells, my Furnaces, I go to Eternal Death.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Milton said. I go to Eternal Death! Eternity shudder'd 
> 
> For he took the outside course, among the graves of the dead 
> 
> A mournful shade. Eternity shudderd at the image of eternal death
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then on the verge of Beulah he beheld his own Shadow; 
> 
> A mournful form double; hermaphroditic: male & female 
> 
> In one wonderful body. and he enterd into it
> 
> In direful pain for the dread shadow, twenty-seven-fold
> 
> Reached to the depths of direst Hell, & thence to Albions land: 
> 
> Which is this earth of vegetation on which now I write,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Seven Angels of the Presence wept over Miltons Shadow!
> 
> As when a man dreams, he reflects not that his body sleeps, 
> 
> Else he would wake; so seem'd he entering his Shadow: but 
> 
> With him the Spirits of the Seven Angels of the Presence 
> 
> Entering; they gave him still perceptions of his Sleeping Body; 
> 
> Which now arose and walk'd with them in Eden, as an Eighth 
> 
> Image Divine tho' darken'd; and tho walking as one walks 
> 
> In sleep; and the Seven comforted and supported him.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Like as a Polypus that vegetates beneath the deep!
> 
> They saw his Shadow vegetated underneath the Couch
> 
> Of death: for when he enterd into his Shadow: Himself: 
> 
> His real and immortal Self: was as appeard to those
> 
> Who dwell in immortality, as One sleeping on a couch
> 
> Of gold; and those in immortality gave forth their Emanations 
> 
> Like Females of sweet beauty, to guard round him & to feed 
> 
> His lips with food of Eden in his cold and dim repose!
> 
> But to himself he seemd a wanderer lost in dreary night.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Onwards his Shadow kept its course among the Spectres; call'd 
> 
> Satan, but swift as lightning passing them, startled the shades 
> 
> Of Hell beheld him in a trail of light as of a comet
> 
> That travels into Chaos: so Milton went guarded within.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The nature of infinity is this: That every thing has its 
> 
> Own Vortex; and when once a traveller thro Eternity.
> 
> Has passd that Vortex, he percieves it roll backward behind 
> 
> His path, into a globe itself infolding; like a sun:
> 
> Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty, 
> 
> While he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the earth 
> 
> Or like a human form, a friend with whom he livd benevolent.
> 
> As the eye of man views both the east & west encompassing 
> 
> Its vortex; and the north & south, with all their starry host; 
> 
> Also the rising sun & setting moon he views surrounding 
> 
> His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square.
> 
> Thus is the earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent 
> 
> To the weak traveller confin'd beneath the moony shade.
> 
> Thus is the heaven a vortex passd already, and the earth 
> 
> A vortex not yet pass'd by the traveller thro' Eternity.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> First Milton saw Albion upon the Rock of Ages,
> 
> Deadly pale outstretchd and snowy cold, storm coverd; 
> 
> A Giant form of perfect beauty outstretchd on the rock
> 
> In solemn death: the Sea of Time & Space thunderd aloud 
> 
> Against the rock, which was inwrapped with the weeds of death 
> 
> Hovering over the cold bosom, in its vortex Milton bent down 
> 
> To the bosom of death, what was underneath soon seemd above.
> 
> A cloudy heaven mingled with stormy seas in loudest ruin; 
> 
> But as a wintry globe descends precipitant thro' Beulah bursting, 
> 
> With thunders loud and terrible: so Miltons shadow fell 
> 
> Precipitant loud thundring into the Sea of Time & Space.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then first I saw him in the Zenith as a falling star, 
> 
> Descending perpendicular, swift as the swallow or swift; 
> 
> And on my left foot falling on the tarsus, enterd there; 
> 
> But from my left foot a black cloud redounding spread over Europe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Milton knew that the Three Heavens of Beulah were beheld 
> 
> By him on earth in his bright pilgrimage of sixty years
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In those three females whom his Wives, & those three whom his Daughters 
> 
> Had represented and containd, that they might be resum'd 
> 
> By giving up of Selfhood: & they distant view'd his journey 
> 
> In their eternal spheres, now Human, tho' their Bodies remain clos'd 
> 
> In the dark Ulro till the Judgment: also Milton knew: they and 
> 
> Himself was Human, tho' now wandering thro Death's Vale 
> 
> In conflict with those Female forms, which in blood & jealousy 
> 
> Surrounded him, dividing & uniting without end or number.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He saw the Cruelties of Ulro, and he wrote them down
> 
> In iron tablets: and his Wives & Daughters names were these 
> 
> Rahab and Tirzah, & Milcah & Malah & Noah & Hoglah, 
> 
> They sat rangd round him as the rocks of Horeb round the land 
> 
> Of Canaan: and they wrote in thunder smoke and fire
> 
> His dictate; and his body was the Rock Sinai; that body, 
> 
> Which was on earth born to corruption: & the six Females 
> 
> Are Hor & Peor & Bashan & Abarim & Lebanon & Hermon 
> 
> Seven rocky masses terrible in the Desarts of Midian.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Miltons Human Shadow continu'd journeying above
> 
> The rocky masses of The Mundane Shell; in the Lands
> 
> Of Edom & Aram & Moab & Midian & Amalek.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Mundane Shell, is a vast Concave Earth: an immense 
> 
> Hardend shadow of all things upon our Vegetated Earth 
> 
> Enlarg'd into dimension & deform'd into indefinite space, 
> 
> In Twenty-seven Heavens and all their Hells; with Chaos 
> 
> And Ancient Night; & Purgatory. It is a cavernous Earth
> 
> Of labyrinthine intricacy, twenty-seven folds of opakeness 
> 
> And finishes where the lark mounts; here Milton journeyed 
> 
> In that Region calld Midian among the Rocks of Horeb
> 
> For travellers from Eternity. pass outward to Satans seat, 
> 
> But travellers to Eternity. pass inward to Golgonooza.
> 
> Los the Vehicular terror beheld him, & divine Enitharmon 
> 
> Call'd all her daughters, Saying. Surely to unloose my bond 
> 
> Is this Man come! Satan shall be unloosd upon Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los heard in terror Enitharmons words: in fibrous strength 
> 
> His limbs shot forth like roots of trees against the forward path 
> 
> Of Miltons jouney. Urizen beheld the immortal Man,
> 
> And Tharmas Demon of the Waters, & Orc, who is Luvah
> 
> The Shadowy Female seeing Milton, howl'd in her lamentation 
> 
> Over the Deeps. outstretching her Twenty seven Heavens over Albion
> 
> And thus the Shadowy Female howls in articulate howlings
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I will lament over Milton in the lamentations of the afflicted 
> 
> My Garments shall be woven of sighs & heart broken lamentations 
> 
> The misery of unhappy Families shall be drawn out into its border 
> 
> Wrought with the needle with dire sufferings poverty pain & woe 
> 
> Along the rocky Island & thence throughout the whole Earth 
> 
> There shall be the sick Father & his starving Family! there 
> 
> The Prisoner in the stone Dungeon & the Slave at the Mill 
> 
> I will have Writings written all over it in Human Words 
> 
> That every Infant that is born upon the Earth shall read 
> 
> And get by rote as a hard task of a life of sixty years 
> 
> I will have Kings inwoven upon it, & Councellors & Mighty Men 
> 
> The Famine shall clasp it together with buckles & Clasps 
> 
> And the Pestilence shall be its fringe & the War its girdle 
> 
> To divide into Rahab & Tirzah that Milton may come to our tents 
> 
> For I will put on the Human Form & take the Image of God 
> 
> Even Pity & Humanity but my Clothing shall be Cruelty 
> 
> And I will put on Holiness as a breastplate & as a helmet 
> 
> And all my ornaments shall be of the gold of broken hearts 
> 
> And the precious stones of anxiety & care & desperation & death 
> 
> And repentance for sin & sorrow & punishment & fear 
> 
> To defend me from thy terrors O Orc! my only beloved!
> 
> Orc answerd. Take not the Human Form O loveliest. 
> 
> Take not Terror upon thee! Behold how I am & tremble lest thou also 
> 
> Consume in my Consummation; but thou maist take a Form 
> 
> Female & lovely, that cannot consume in Mans consmmation 
> 
> Wherefore dost thou Create & Weave this Satan for a Covering 
> 
> When thou attemptest to put on the Human Form, my wrath
> 
> Burns to the top of heaven against thee in Jealousy & Fear.
> 
> Then I rend thee asunder, then I howl over thy clay & ashes 
> 
> When wilt thou put on the Female Form as in times of old 
> 
> With a Garment of Pity & Compassion like the Garment of God 
> 
> His garments are long sufferings for the Children of Men 
> 
> Jerusalem is his Garment & not thy Covering Cherub O lovely 
> 
> Shadow of my delight who wanderest seeking for the prey.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke Orc when Oothoon & Leutha hoverd over his Couch 
> 
> Of fire in interchange of Beauty & Perfection in the darkness 
> 
> Opening interiorly into Jerusalem & Babylon shining glorious 
> 
> In the Shadowy Females bosom. Jealous her darkness grew: 
> 
> Howlings filld all the desolate places in accusations of Sin 
> 
> In Female beauty shining in the unformd void & Orc in vain 
> 
> Stretch'd out his hands of fire, & wooed: they triumph in his pain
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus darkend the Shadowy Female tenfold & Orc tenfold 
> 
> Glowd on his rocky Couch against the darkness: loud thunders 
> 
> Told of the enormous conflict Earthquake beneath: around; 
> 
> Rent the Immortal Females, limb from limb & joint from joint 
> 
> And moved the fast foundations of the Earth to wake the Dead
> 
> Urizen emerged from his Rocky Form & from his Snows,
> 
> And he also darkend his brows: freezing dark rocks between 
> 
> The footsteps. and infixing deep the feet in marble beds: 
> 
> That Milton labourd with his journey, & his feet bled sore 
> 
> Upon the clay now chang'd to marble; also Urizen rose, 
> 
> And met him on the shores of Arnon; & by the streams of the brooks
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Silent they met, and silent strove among the streams, of Arnon 
> 
> Even to Mahanaim, when with cold hand Urizen stoop'd down 
> 
> And took up water from the river Jordan: pouring on
> 
> To Miltons brain the icy fluid from his broad cold palm.
> 
> But Milton took of the red clay of Succoth, moulding it with care 
> 
> Between his palms: and filling up the furrows of many years 
> 
> Beginning at the feet of Urizen, and on the bones
> 
> Creating new flesh on the Demon cold, and building him, 
> 
> As with new clay a Human form in the Valley of Beth Peor.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic
> 
> One to the North, named Urthona: One to the South, named Urizen: 
> 
> One to the East, named Luvah: One to the West, named Tharmas 
> 
> They are the Four Zoa's that stood around the Throne Divine!
> 
> But when Luvah assum'd the World of Urizen to the South: 
> 
> And Albion was slain upon his mountains, & in his tent; 
> 
> All fell towards the Center in dire ruin, sinking down.
> 
> And in the South remains a burning fire; in the East a void.
> 
> In the West, a world of raging waters; in the North a solid, 
> 
> Unfathomable! without end. But in the midst of these, 
> 
> Is built eternally the Universe of Los and Enitharmon: 
> 
> Towards which Milton went, but Urizen oppos'd his path.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Man and Demon strove many periods. Rahab beheld
> 
> Standing on Carmel; Rahab and Tirzah trembled to behold 
> 
> The enormous strife. one giving life, the other giving death 
> 
> To his adversary. and they sent forth all their sons & daughters 
> 
> In all their beauty to entice Milton across the river,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Twofold form Hermaphroditic: and the Double-sexed; 
> 
> The Female-male & the Male-female, self-dividing stood 
> 
> Before him in their beauty, & in cruelties of holiness!
> 
> Shining in darkness, glorious upon the deeps of Entuthon.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Saying. Come thou to Ephraim! behold the Kings of Canaan!
> 
> The beautiful Amalekites, behold the fires of youth
> 
> Bound with the Chain of jealousy by Los & Enitharmon; 
> 
> The banks of Cam: cold learnings streams: Londons dark-frowning towers; 
> 
> Lament upon the winds of Europe in Rephaims Vale.
> 
> Because Ahania rent apart into a desolate night,
> 
> Laments! & Enion wanders like a weeping inarticulate voice 
> 
> And Vala labours for her bread & water among the Furnaces 
> 
> Therefore bright Tirzah triumphs: putting on all beauty.
> 
> And all perfection, in her cruel sports among the Victims, 
> 
> Come bring with thee Jerusalem with songs on the Grecian Lyre!
> 
> In Natural Religion! in experiments on Men,
> 
> Let her be Offerd up to Holiness! Tirzah numbers her; 
> 
> She numbers with her fingers every fibre ere it grow; 
> 
> Where is the Lamb of God? where is the promise of his coming?
> 
> Her shadowy Sisters form the bones, even the bones of Horeb: 
> 
> Around the marrow! and the orbed scull around the brain!
> 
> His Images are born for War! for Sacrifice to Tirzah!
> 
> To Natural Religion! to Tirzah the Daughter of Rahab the Holy!
> 
> She ties the knot of nervous fibres, into a white brain!
> 
> She ties the knot of bloody veins, into a red hot heart!
> 
> Within her bosom Albion lies embalmd, never to awake
> 
> Hand is become a rock! Sinai & Horeb, is Hyle & Coban: 
> 
> Scofield is bound in iron armour before Reubens Gate!
> 
> She ties the knot of milky seed into two lovely Heavens,
> 
> Two yet but one: each in the other sweet reflected! these   
> 
> 
> Are our Three Heavens beneath the shades of Beulah, land of rest!
> 
> Come then to Ephraim & Manasseh O beloved-one!
> 
> Come to my ivory palaces O beloved of thy mother!
> 
> And let us bind thee in the bands of War & be thou King 
> 
> Of Canaan and reign in Hazor where the Twelve Tribes meet.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke they as in one voice! Silent Milton stood before 
> 
> The darkend Urizen; as the sculptor silent stands before 
> 
> His forming image; he walks round it patient labouring.
> 
> Thus Milton stood forming bright Urizen, while his Mortal part 
> 
> Sat frozen in the rock of Horeb: and his Redeemed portion, 
> 
> Thus form'd the Clay of Urizen; but within that portion 
> 
> His real Human walkd above in power and majesty  
> 
> 
> Tho darkend; and the Seven Angels of the Presence attended him.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O how can I with my gross tongue that cleaveth to the dust, 
> 
> Tell of the Fourfold Man, in starry numbers fitly orderd 
> 
> Or how can I with my cold hand of clay! But thou O Lord 
> 
> Do with me as thou wilt! for I am nothing, and vanity.
> 
> If thou chuse to elect a worm, it shall remove the mountains.
> 
> For that portion namd the Elect: the Spectrous body of Milton: 
> 
> Redounding from my left foot into Los's Mundane space, 
> 
> Brooded over his Body in Horeb against the Resurrection 
> 
> Preparing it for the Great Consummation; red the Cherub on Sinai 
> 
> Glow'd; but in terrors folded round his clouds of blood.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Now Albions sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch; 
> 
> Feeling the electric flame of Miltons awful precipitate descent.
> 
> Seest thou the little winged fly, smaller than a grain of sand?
> 
> It has a heart like thee; a brain open to heaven & hell, 
> 
> Withinside wondrous & expansive; its gates are not clos'd, 
> 
> I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array; 
> 
> Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty O thou mortal man.
> 
> Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:
> 
> There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old: 
> 
> For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant, 
> 
> Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates 
> 
> Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round 
> 
> Within: and Og & Anak watch here; here is the Seat 
> 
> Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins 
> 
> Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza 
> 
> Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus Milton fell thro Albions heart, travlling outside of Humanity 
> 
> Beyond the Stars in Chaos in Caverns of the Mundane Shell.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But many of the Eternals rose up from eternal tables
> 
> Drunk with the Spirit, burning round the Couch of death they stood 
> 
> Looking down into Beulah: wrathful, fill'd with rage!
> 
> They rend the heavens round the Watchers in a fiery circle: 
> 
> And round the Shadowy Eighth: the Eight close up the Couch
> 
> Into a tabernacle, and flee with cries down to the Deeps: 
> 
> Where Los opens his three wide gates, surrounded by raging fires!
> 
> They soon find their own place & join the Watchers of the Ulro.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los saw them and a cold pale horror coverd o'er his limbs 
> 
> Pondering he knew that Rintrah & Palamabron might depart: 
> 
> Even as Reuben & as Gad; gave up himself to tears.
> 
> He sat down on his anvil-stock; and leand upon the trough.
> 
> Looking into the black water, mingling it with tears.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain 
> 
> He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,
> 
> And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts 
> 
> That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend
> 
> Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free 
> 
> Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought
> 
> And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:
> 
> And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan-Adan:
> 
> His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke; when one sleeps th'other wakes
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Milton entering my Foot; I saw in the nether
> 
> Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,
> 
> And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination 
> 
> In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.
> 
> But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know 
> 
> What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time 
> 
> Reveal the secrets of Eternity: for more extensive
> 
> Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.
> 
> And all this Vegetable World appeard on my left Foot, 
> 
> As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold: 
> 
> I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> There is in Eden a sweet River, of milk & liquid pearl, 
> 
> Namd Ololon; on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove 
> 
> Down into Ulro: and they wept in long resounding song 
> 
> For seven days of eternity, and the rivers living banks 
> 
> The mountains waild! & every plant that grew, in solemn sighs lamented.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> When Luvahs bulls each morning drag the sulphur Sun out of the Deep 
> 
> Harnessd with starry harness black & shining kept by black slaves 
> 
> That work all night at the starry harness. Strong and vigorous 
> 
> They drag the unwilling Orb: at this time all the Family 
> 
> Of Eden heard the lamentation, and Providence began.
> 
> But when the clarions of day sounded they drownd the lamentations
> 
> And when night came all was silent in Ololon: & all refusd to lament 
> 
> In the still night fearing lest they should others molest.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Seven mornings Los heard them, as the poor bird within the shell 
> 
> Hears its impatient parent bird; and Enitharmon heard them: 
> 
> But saw them not, for the blue Mundane Shell inclosd them in.
> 
> And they lamented that they had in wrath & fury & fire 
> 
> Driven Milton into the Ulro; for now they knew too late 
> 
> That it was Milton the Awakener: they had not heard the Bard, 
> 
> Whose song calld Milton to the attempt; and Los heard these laments.
> 
> He heard them call in prayer all the Divine Family;
> 
> And he beheld the Cloud of Milton stretching over Europe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But all the Family Divine collected as Four Suns
> 
> In the Four Points of heaven East, West & North & South 
> 
> Enlarging and enlarging till their Disks approachd each other; 
> 
> And when they touch'd closed together Southward in One Sun 
> 
> Over Ololon: and as One Man, who weeps over his brother, 
> 
> In a dark tomb, so all the Family Divine. wept over Ololon.
> 
> Saying, Milton goes to Eternal Death! so saying, they groan'd in spirit 
> 
> And were troubled! and again the Divine Family groaned in spirit!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Ololon said, Let us descend also, and let us give 
> 
> Ourselves to death in Ulro among the Transgressors.
> 
> Is Virtue a Punisher? O no! how is this wondrous thing?
> 
> This World beneath, unseen before: this refuge from the wars 
> 
> Of Great Eternity! unnatural refuge! unknown by us till now!
> 
> Or are these the pangs of repentance? let us enter into them
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then the Divine Family said. Six Thousand Years are now 
> 
> Accomplish'd in this World of Sorrow; Miltons Angel knew 
> 
> The Universal Dictate; and you also feel this Dictate.
> 
> And now you know this World of Sorrow, and feel Pity. Obey 
> 
> The Dictate! Watch over this World, and with your brooding wings, 
> 
> Renew it to Eternal Life: Lo! I am with you alway
> 
> But you cannot renew Milton he goes to Eternal Death
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spake the Family Divine as One Man even Jesus
> 
> Uniting in One with Ololon & the appearance of One Man 
> 
> Jesus the Saviour appeard coming in the Clouds of Ololon!
> 
> Tho driven away with the Seven Starry Ones into the Ulro 
> 
> Yet the Divine Vision remains Everywhere Forever. Amen.
> 
> And Ololon lamented for Milton with a great lamentation.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> While Los heard indistinct in fear, what time I bound my sandals 
> 
> On; to walk forward thro' Eternity, Los descended to me: 
> 
> And Los behind me stood; a terrible flaming Sun: just close
> 
> Behind my back; I turned round in terror, and behold.
> 
> Los stood in that fierce glowing fire; & he also stoop'd down 
> 
> And bound my sandals on in Udan-Adan; trembling I stood 
> 
> Exceedingly with fear & terror, standing in the Vale 
> 
> Of Lambeth: but he kissed me and wishd me health.
> 
> And I became One Man with him arising in my strength: 
> 
> Twas too late now to recede. Los had enterd into my soul: 
> 
> His terrors now posses'd me whole! I arose in fury & strength.
> 
> I am that Shadowy Prophet who Six Thousand Years ago
> 
> Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. Six Thousand Years 
> 
> Are finishd. I return! both Time & Space obey my will.
> 
> I in Six Thousand Years walk up and down: for not one Moment 
> 
> Of Time is lost, nor one Event of Space unpermanent
> 
> But all remain: every fabric of Six Thousand Years
> 
> Remains permanent: tho' on the Earth where Satan
> 
> Fell, and was cut off all things vanish & are seen no more 
> 
> They vanish not from me & mine, we guard them first & last 
> 
> The generations of men run on in the tide of Time
> 
> But leave their destind lineaments permanent for ever & ever.
> 
> So spoke Los as we went along to his supreme abode.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Rintrah and Palamabron met us at the Gate of Golgonooza 
> 
> Clouded with discontent. & brooding in their minds terrible things
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They said. O Father most beloved! O merciful Parent!
> 
> Pitying and permitting evil, tho strong & mighty to destroy.
> 
> Whence is this Shadow terrible? wherefore dost thou refuse 
> 
> To throw him into the Furnaces! knowest thou not that he 
> 
> Will unchain Orc? & let loose Satan, Og, Sihon & Anak, 
> 
> Upon the Body of Albion? for this he is come! behold it written 
> 
> Upon his fibrous left Foot black! most dismal to our eyes 
> 
> The Shadowy Female shudders thro' heaven in torment inexpressible!
> 
> And all the Daughters of Los prophetic wail: yet in deceit, 
> 
> They weave a new Religion from new Jealousy of Theotormon!
> 
> Miltons Religion is the cause: there is no end to destruction!
> 
> Seeing the Churches at their Period in terror & despair: 
> 
> Rahab created Voltaire; Tirzah created Rousseau;
> 
> Asserting the Self-righteousness against the Universal Saviour, 
> 
> Mocking the Confessors & Martyrs, claiming Self-righteousness; 
> 
> With cruel Virtue: making War upon the Lambs Redeemed; 
> 
> To perpetuate War & Glory. to perpetuate the Laws of Sin: 
> 
> They perverted Swedenborgs Visions in Beulah & in Ulro; 
> 
> To destroy Jerusalem as a Harlot & her Sons as Reprobates; 
> 
> To raise up Mystery the Virgin Harlot Mother of War,
> 
> Babylon the Great, the Abomination of Desolation!
> 
> O Swedenborg! strongest of men, the Samson shorn by the Churches!
> 
> Shewing the Transgresors in Hell, the proud Warriors in Heaven: 
> 
> Heaven as a Punisher & Hell as One under Punishment: 
> 
> With Laws from Plato & his Greeks to renew the Trojan Gods, 
> 
> In Albion; & to deny the value of the Saviours blood.
> 
> But then I rais'd up Whitefield, Palamabron raisd up Westley, 
> 
> And these are the cries of the Churches before the two Witnesses 
> 
> Faith in God the dear Saviour who took on the likeness of men: 
> 
> Becoming obedient to death, even the death of the Cross 
> 
> The Witnesses lie dead in the Street of the Great City 
> 
> No Faith is in all the Earth: the Book of God is trodden under Foot: 
> 
> He sent his two Servants Whitefield & Westley; were they Prophets 
> 
> Or were they Idiots or Madmen? shew us Miracles!
> 
> Can you have greater Miracles than these? Men who devote
> 
> Their lifes whole comfort to intire scorn & injury & death 
> 
> Awake thou sleeper on the Rock of Eternity Albion awake 
> 
> The trumpet of Judgment hath twice sounded: all Nations are awake 
> 
> But thou art still heavy and dull: Awake Albion awake!
> 
> Lo Orc arises on the Atlantic. Lo his blood and fire
> 
> Glow on Americas shore: Albion turns upon his Couch
> 
> He listens to the sounds of War, astonishd and confounded: 
> 
> He weeps into the Atlantic deep, yet still in dismal dreams 
> 
> Unwakend! and the Covering Cherub advances from the East: 
> 
> How long shall we lay dead in the Street of the great City 
> 
> How long beneath the Covering Cherub give our Emanations 
> 
> Milton will utterly consume us & thee our beloved Father 
> 
> He hath enterd into the Covering Cherub, becoming one with 
> 
> Albions dread Sons, Hand, Hyle & Coban surround him as 
> 
> A girdle; Gwendolen & Conwenna as a garment woven 
> 
> Of War & Religion; let us descend & bring him chained 
> 
> To Bowlahoola O father most beloved! O mild Parent!
> 
> Cruel in thy mildness, pitying and permitting evil
> 
> Tho strong and mighty to destroy, O Los our beloved Father!
> 
> Like the black storm, coming out of Chaos, beyond the stars: 
> 
> It issues thro the dark & intricate caves of the Mundane Shell 
> 
> Passing the planetary visions, & the well adorned Firmament 
> 
> The Sun rolls into Chaos & the Stars into the Desarts; 
> 
> And then the storms become visible, audible & terrible, 
> 
> Covering the light of day, & rolling down upon the mountains, 
> 
> Deluge all the country round. Such is a vision of Los; 
> 
> When Rintrah & Palamabron spake; and such his stormy face 
> 
> Appeard, as does the face of heaven, when coverd with thick storms 
> 
> Pitying and loving tho in frowns of terrible perturbation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Los dispersd the clouds even as the strong winds of Jehovah,
> 
> And Los thus spoke. O noble Sons, be patient yet a little 
> 
> I have embracd the falling Death, he is become One with me 
> 
> O Sons we live not by wrath. by mercy alone we live!
> 
> I recollect an old Prophecy in Eden recorded in gold; and oft 
> 
> Sung to the harp: That Milton of the land of Albion.
> 
> Should up ascend forward from Felphams Vale & break the Chain 
> 
> Of jealousy from all its roots; be patient therefore O my Sons 
> 
> These lovely Females form sweet night and silence and secret 
> 
> Obscurities to hide from Satans Watch-Fiends. Human loves 
> 
> And graces; lest they write them in their Books, & in the Scroll 
> 
> Of mortal life, to condemn the accused: who at Satans Bar 
> 
> Tremble in Spectrous Bodies continually day and night 
> 
> While on the Earth they live in sorrowful Vegetations 
> 
> O when shall we tread our Wine-presses in heaven; and Reap 
> 
> Our wheat with shoutings of joy, and leave the Earth in peace 
> 
> Remember how Calvin and Luther in fury premature
> 
> Sow'd War and stern division between Papists & Protestants 
> 
> Let it not be so now! O go not forth in Martyrdoms & Wars 
> 
> We were plac'd here by the Universal Brotherhood & Mercy 
> 
> With powers fitted to circumscribe this dark Satanic death 
> 
> And that the Seven Eyes of God may have space for Redemption.
> 
> But how this is as yet we know not, and we cannot know; 
> 
> Till Albion is arisen; then patient wait a little while, 
> 
> Six Thousand years are passd away the end approaches fast; 
> 
> This mighty one is come from Eden, he is of the Elect, 
> 
> Who died from Earth & he is returnd before the Judgment. 
> 
> This thing Was never known that one of the holy dead should willing return 
> 
> Then patient wait a little while till the Last Vintage is over: 
> 
> Till we have quenchd the Sun of Salah in the Lake of Udan Adan 
> 
> O my dear Sons! leave not your Father, as your brethren left me 
> 
> Twelve Sons successive fled away in that thousand years of sorrow
> 
> Of Palamabrons Harrow, & of Rintrahs wrath & fury: 
> 
> Reuben & Manazzoth & Gad & Simeon & Levi, 
> 
> And Ephraim & Judah were Generated, because
> 
> They left me, wandering with Tirzah: Enitharmon wept
> 
> One thousand years, and all the Earth was in a watry deluge 
> 
> We calld him Menassheh because of the Generations of Tirzah 
> 
> Because of Satan: & the Seven Eyes of God continually 
> 
> Guard round them, but I the Fourth Zoa am also set
> 
> The Watchman of Eternity, the Three are not! & I am preserved 
> 
> Still my four mighty ones are let to me in Golgonooza 
> 
> Still Rintrah fierce, and Palamabron mild & piteous 
> 
> Theotormon filld with care, Bromion loving Science
> 
> You O my Sons still guard round Los. O wander not & leave me 
> 
> Rintrah, thou well rememberest when Amalek & Canaan 
> 
> Fled with their Sister Moab into the abhorred Void
> 
> They became Nations in our sight beneath the hands of Tirzah.
> 
> And Palamabron thou rememberest when Joseph an infant; 
> 
> Stolen from his nurses cradle wrapd in needle-work
> 
> Of emblematic texture, was sold to the Amalekite,
> 
> Who carried him down into Egypt where Ephraim & Menassheh 
> 
> Gatherd my Sons together in the Sands of Midian
> 
> And if you also flee away and leave your Fathers side, 
> 
> Following Milton into Ulro, altho your power is great 
> 
> Surely you also shall become poor mortal vegetations
> 
> Beneath the Moon of Ulro: pity then your Fathers tears 
> 
> When Jesus raisd Lazarus from the Grave I stood & saw 
> 
> Lazarus who is the Vehicular Body of Albion the Redeemd 
> 
> Arise into the Covering Cherub who is the Spectre of Albion 
> 
> By martyrdoms to suffer: to watch over the Sleeping Body.
> 
> Upon his Rock beneath his Tomb. I saw the Covering Cherub 
> 
> Divide Fourfold into Four Churches when Lazarus arose 
> 
> Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, Luther; behold they stand before us 
> 
> Stretchd over Europe & Asia. come O Sons, come, come away 
> 
> Arise O Sons give all your strength against Eternal Death 
> 
> Lest we are vegetated, for Cathedrons Looms weave only Death 
> 
> A Web of Death: & were it not for Bowlahoola & Allamanda 
> 
> No Human Form but only a Fibrous Vegetation
> 
> A Polypus of soft affections without Thought or Vision 
> 
> Must tremble in the Heavens & Earths thro all the Ulro space 
> 
> Throw all the Vegetated Mortals into Bowlahoola
> 
> But as to this Elected Form who is returnd again
> 
> He is the Signal that the Last Vintage now approaches 
> 
> Nor Vegetation may go on till all the Earth is reapd
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke. Furious they descended to Bowlahoola & Allamanda 
> 
> Indignant. unconvincd by Los's arguments & thun[d]ers rolling 
> 
> They saw that wrath now swayd and now pity absorbd him 
> 
> As it was, so it remaind & no hope of an end.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Bowlahoola is namd Law. by mortals, Tharmas founded it: 
> 
> Because of Satan, before Luban in the City of Golgonooza.
> 
> But Golgonooza is namd Art & Manufacture by mortal men.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In Bowlahoola Los's Anvils stand & his Furnaces rage; 
> 
> Thundering the Hammers beat & the Bellows blow loud 
> 
> Living self moving mourning lamenting & howling incessantly 
> 
> Bowlahoola thro all its porches feels tho' too fast founded 
> 
> Its pillars & porticoes to tremble at the force
> 
> Of mortal or immortal arm: and softly lilling flutes
> 
> Accordant with the horrid labours make sweet melody
> 
> The Bellows are the Animal Lungs: the Hammers the Animal Heart 
> 
> The Furnaces the Stomach for digestion. terrible their fury 
> 
> Thousands & thousands labour. thousands play on instruments 
> 
> Stringed or fluted to ameliorate the sorrows of slavery 
> 
> Loud sport the dancers in the dance of death, rejoicing in carnage 
> 
> The hard dentant Hammers are lulld by the flutes lula lula 
> 
> The bellowing Furnaces blare by the long sounding clarion 
> 
> The double drum drowns howls & groans, the shrill fife. shrieks & cries: 
> 
> The crooked horn mellows the hoarse raving serpent, terrible, but harmonious
> 
> Bowlahoola is the Stomach in every individual man.
> 
> Los is by mortals nam'd Time Enitharmon is nam'd Space 
> 
> But they depict him bald & aged who is in eternal youth 
> 
> All powerful and his locks flourish like the brows of morning 
> 
> He is the Spirit of Prophecy the ever apparent Elias
> 
> Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Times swiftness 
> 
> Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment: 
> 
> All the Gods of the Kingdoms of Earth labour in Los's Halls.
> 
> Every one is a fallen Son of the Spirit of Prophecy
> 
> He is the Fourth Zoa, that stood arou[n]d the Throne Divine.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Loud shout the Sons of Luvah, at the Wine-presses as Los descended 
> 
> With Rintrah & Palamabron in his fires of resistless fury.
> 
> The Wine-press on the Rhine groans loud, but all its central beams 
> 
> Act more terrific in the central Cities of the Nations 
> 
> Where Human Thought is crushd beneath the iron hand of Power.
> 
> There Los puts all into the Press, the Opressor & the Opressed 
> 
> Together, ripe for the Harvest & Vintage & ready for the Loom.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They sang at the Vintage. This is the Last Vintage! & Seed 
> 
> Shall no more be sown upon Earth, till all the Vintage is over 
> 
> And all gatherd in, till the Plow has passd over the Nations 
> 
> And the Harrow & heavy thundering Roller upon the mountains
> 
> And loud the Souls howl round the Porches of Golgonooza 
> 
> Crying O God deliver us to the Heavens or to the Earths, 
> 
> That we may preach righteousness & punish the sinner with death 
> 
> But Los refused, till all the Vintage of Earth was gatherd in.
> 
> And Los stood & cried to the Labourers of the Vintage in voice of awe.
> 
> Fellow Labourers! The Great Vintage & Harvest is now upon 
> 
> Earth The whole extent of the Globe is explored: 
> 
> Every scatterd Atom Of Human Intellect now is flocking to the sound of the 
> 
> Trumpet All the Wisdom which was hidden in caves & dens, from ancient 
> 
> Time; is now sought out from Animal & Vegetable & Mineral
> 
> The Awakener is come. outstretchd over Europe! the Vision of God is fulfilled 
> 
> The Ancient Man upon the Rock of Albion Awakes,
> 
> He listens to the sounds of War astonishd & ashamed; 
> 
> He sees his Children mock at Faith and deny Providence 
> 
> Therefore you must bind the Sheaves not by Nations or Families 
> 
> You shall bind them in Three Classes; according to their Classes 
> 
> So shall you bind them. Separating What has been Mixed 
> 
> Since Men began to be Wove into Nations by Rahab & Tirzah 
> 
> Since Albions Death & Satans Cutting-off from our awful Fields; 
> 
> When under pretence to benevolence the Elect Subdud All 
> 
> From the Foundation of the World. The Elect is one Class: You 
> 
> Shall bind them separate: they cannot Believe in Eternal Life 
> 
> Except by Miracle & a New Birth. The other two Classes; 
> 
> The Reprobate who never cease to Believe, and the Redeemd, 
> 
> Who live in doubts & fears perpetually tormented by the Elect 
> 
> These you shall bind in a twin-bundle for the Consummation—
> 
> But the Elect must be saved fires of Eternal Death,
> 
> To be formed into the Churches of Beulah that they destroy not the Earth 
> 
> For in every Nation & every Family the Three Classes are born 
> 
> And in every Species of Earth, Metal, Tree, Fish, Bird & Beast.
> 
> We form the Mundane Egg, that Spectres coming by fury or amity 
> 
> All is the same, & every one remains in his own energy 
> 
> Go forth Reapers with rejoicing. you sowed in tears
> 
> But the time of your refreshing cometh, only a little moment 
> 
> Still abstain from pleasure & rest, in the labours of eternity 
> 
> And you shall Reap the whole Earth, from Pole to Pole! from Sea to Sea 
> 
> Begining at Jerusalems Inner Court, Lambeth ruin'd and given 
> 
> To the detestable Gods of Priam, to Apollo: and at the Asylum 
> 
> Given to Hercules, who labour in Tirzahs Looms for bread 
> 
> Who set Pleasure against Duty: who Create Olympic crowns 
> 
> To make Learning a burden & the Work of the Holy Spirit: Strife.
> 
> T[o] Thor & cruel Odin who first reard the Polar Caves 
> 
> Lambeth mourns calling Jerusalem. she weeps & looks abroad 
> 
> For the Lords coming, that Jerusalem may overspread all Nations 
> 
> Crave not for the mortal & perishing delights, but leave them 
> 
> To the weak, and pity the weak as your infant care; Break not 
> 
> Forth in your wrath lest you also are vegetated by Tirzah 
> 
> Wait till the Judgement is past, till the Creation is consumed 
> 
> And then rush forward with me into the glorious spiritual 
> 
> Vegetation; the Supper of the Lamb & his Bride; and the 
> 
> Awaking of Albion our friend and ancient companion.
> 
> So Los spoke. But lightnings of discontent broke on all sides round 
> 
> And murmurs of thunder rolling heavy long & loud over the mountains 
> 
> While Los calld his Sons around him to the Harvest & the Vintage.
> 
> Thou seest the Constellations in the deep & wondrous Night 
> 
> They rise in order and continue their immortal courses 
> 
> Upon the mountains & in vales with harp & heavenly song 
> 
> With flute & clarion; with cups & measures filld with foaming wine.
> 
> Glittring the streams reflect the Vision of beatitude, 
> 
> And the calm Ocean joys beneath & smooths his awful waves!
> 
> These are the Sons of Los, & these the Labourers of the Vintage 
> 
> Thou seest the gorgeous clothed Flies that dance & sport in summer 
> 
> Upon the sunny brooks & meadows: every one the dance 
> 
> Knows in its intricate mazes of delight artful to weave: 
> 
> Each one to sound his instruments of music in the dance, 
> 
> To touch each other & recede; to cross & change & return 
> 
> These are the Children of Los; thou seest the Trees on mountains 
> 
> The wind blows heavy, loud they thunder thro' the darksom sky 
> 
> Uttering prophecies & speaking instructive words to the sons 
> 
> Of men: These are the Sons of Los! These the Visions of Eternity
> 
> But we see only as it were the hem of their garments
> 
> When with our vegetable eyes we view these wond'rous Visions
> 
> There are Two Gates thro which all Souls descend. One Southward 
> 
> From Dover Cliff o Lizard Point. the other toward the North 
> 
> Caithness & rocky Durness, Pentland & John Groats House.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Souls descending to the Body, wail on the right hand 
> 
> Of Los; & those deliverd from the Body, on the left hand 
> 
> For Los against the east his force continually bends
> 
> Along the Valleys of Middlesex from Hounslow to Blackheath 
> 
> Lest those Three Heavens of Beulah should the Creation destroy 
> 
> And lest they should descend before the north & south Gates 
> 
> Groaning with pity, he among the wailing Souls laments.  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And these the Labours of the Sons of Los in Allamanda: 
> 
> And in the City of Golgonooza: & in Luban: & around 
> 
> The Lake of Udan-Adan, in the Forests of Entuthon Benython 
> 
> Where Souls incessant wail, being piteous Passions & Desires 
> 
> With neither lineament nor form but like to watry clouds 
> 
> The Passions & Desires descend upon the hungry winds 
> 
> For such alone Sleepers remain meer passion & appetite; 
> 
> The Sons of Los clothe them & feed & provide houses & fields
> 
> And every Generated Body in its inward form,
> 
> Is a garden of delight & a building of magnificence, 
> 
> Built by the Sons of Los in Bowlahoola & Allamanda 
> 
> And the herbs & flowers & furniture & beds & chambers 
> 
> Continually woven in the Looms of Enitharmons Daughters 
> 
> In bright Cathedrons golden Dome with care & love & tears 
> 
> For the various Classes of Men are all markd out determinate
> 
> In Bowlahoola; & as the Spectres choose their affinities 
> 
> So they are born on Earth, & every Class is determinate 
> 
> But not by Natural but by Spiritual power alone. Because 
> 
> The Natural power continually seeks & tends to Destruction 
> 
> Ending in Death: which would of itself be Eternal Death 
> 
> And all are Class'd by Spiritual, & not by Natural power.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And every Natural Effect has a Spiritual Cause, and 
> 
> Not A Natural: for a Natural Cause only seems, it is Delusion 
> 
> Of Ulro: & a ratio of the perishing Vegetable Memory.
> 
> But the Wine-press of Los is eastward of Golgonooza, before the Seat 
> 
> Of Satan. Luvah laid the foundation & Urizen finish'd it in howling Woe.
> 
> How red the sons & daughters of Luvah! here they tread the grapes.
> 
> Laughing & shouting drunk with odours many fall oerwearied 
> 
> Drownd in the wine is many a youth & maiden: those around 
> 
> Lay them on skins of Tygers & of the spotted Leopard & the Wild Ass 
> 
> Till they revive, or bury them in cool grots, making lamentation.
> 
> This Wine-press is call'd War on Earth, it is the Printing-Press 
> 
> Of Los; and here he lays his words in order above the mortal brain 
> 
> As cogs are formd in a wheel to turn the cogs of the adverse wheel.
> 
> Timbrels & violins sport round the Wine-presses; the little Seed; 
> 
> The sportive Root, the Earth-worm, the gold Beetle; the wise Emmet; 
> 
> Dance round the Wine-presses of Luvah: the Centipede is there: 
> 
> The ground Spider with many eyes: the Mole clothed in velvet 
> 
> The ambitious Spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden Spinner; 
> 
> The Earwig armd: the tender Maggot emblem of immortality: 
> 
> The Flea: Louse: Bug: the Tape-Worm: all the Armies of Disease: 
> 
> Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating 
> 
> The slow Slug: the Grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks: 
> 
> Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur.
> 
> The cruel Scorpion is there: the Gnat: Wasp: Hornet & the Honey Bee: 
> 
> The Toad & venomous Newt; the Serpent clothd in gems & gold: 
> 
> They throw off their gorgeous raiment: they rejoice with loud jubilee 
> 
> Around the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked & drunk with wine.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> There is the Nettle that stings with soft down; and there 
> 
> The indignant Thistle: whose bitterness is bred in his milk: 
> 
> Who feeds on contempt of his neighbour: there all the idle Weeds 
> 
> That creep around the obscure places, shew their various limbs.
> 
> Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine-presses.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But in the Wine-presses the Human grapes sing not, nor dance 
> 
> They howl & writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming,
> 
> In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires.
> 
> In pits & dens & shades of death: in shapes of torment & woe.
> 
> The plates & screws & wracks & saws & cords & fires & cisterns 
> 
> The cruel joys of Luvahs Daughters lacerating with knives 
> 
> And whips their Victims & the deadly sport of Luvahs Sons.
> 
> They dance around the dying, & they drink the howl & groan 
> 
> They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another: 
> 
> These are the sports of love, & these the sweet delights of amorous play 
> 
> Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster the last sigh 
> 
> Of the mild youth who listens to the lureing songs of Luvah
> 
> But Allamanda calld on Earth Commerce, is the Cultivated land 
> 
> Around the City of Golgonooza in the Forests of Entuthon: 
> 
> Here the Sons of Los labour against Death Eternal; through all 
> 
> The Twenty-seven Heavens of Beulah in Ulro, Seat of Satan, 
> 
> Which is the False Tongue beneath Beulah: it is the Sense of Touch: 
> 
> The Plow goes forth in tempests & lightnings & the narrow cruel 
> 
> In blights of the east; the heavy Roller follows in howlings of woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Urizens sons here labour also; & here are seen the Mills 
> 
> Of Theotormon, on the verge of the Lake of Udan-Adan: 
> 
> These are the starry voids of night & the depths & caverns of earth 
> 
> These Mills are oceans, clouds & waters ungovernable in their fury 
> 
> Here are the stars created & the seeds of all things planted 
> 
> And here the Sun & Moon recieve their fixed destinations
> 
> But in Eternity the Four Arts: Poetry, Painting, Music, 
> 
> And Architecture which is Science: are the Four Faces of 
> 
> Not so in Time & Space: there Three are shut out, and only 
> 
> Science remains thro Mercy: & by means of Science, the Three 
> 
> Become apparent in time & space, in the Three Professions
> 
> Poetry in Religion: Music, Law: Painting, in Physic & Surgery:
> 
> That Man may live upon Earth till the time of his awaking, 
> 
> And from these Three, Science derives every Occupation of 
> 
> And Science is divided into Bowlahoola & Allamanda.
> 
> Some Sons of Los surround the Passions with porches of iron & silver 
> 
> Creating form & beauty around the dark regions of sorrow, 
> 
> Giving to airy nothing a name and a habitation
> 
> Delightful! with bounds to the Infinite putting off the Indefinite 
> 
> Into most holy forms of Thought: (such is the power of inspiration) 
> 
> They labour incessant; with many tears & afflictions: 
> 
> Creating the beautiful House for the piteous sufferer.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Others; Cabinets richly fabricate of gold & ivory; 
> 
> For Doubts & fears unform'd & wretched & melancholy
> 
> The little weeping Spectre stands on the threshold of Death 
> 
> Eternal; and sometimes two Spectres like lamps quivering 
> 
> And often malignant they combat (heart-breaking sorrowful & piteous) 
> 
> Antamon takes them into his beautiful flexible hands, 
> 
> As the Sower takes the seed, or as the Artist his clay 
> 
> Or fine wax, to mould artful a model for golden ornaments, 
> 
> The soft hands of Antamon draw the indelible line:
> 
> Form immortal with golden pen; such as the Spectre admiring 
> 
> Puts on the sweet form; then smiles Antamon bright thro his windows 
> 
> The Daughters of beauty look up from their Loom & prepare.
> 
> The integument soft for its clothing with joy & delight.
> 
> But Theotormon & Sotha stand in the Gate of Luban anxious 
> 
> Their numbers are seven million & seven thousand & seven hundred 
> 
> They contend with the weak Spectres, they fabricate soothing forms 
> 
> The Spectre refuses. he seeks cruelty. they create the crested Cock 
> 
> Terrified the Spectre screams & rushes in fear into their Net 
> 
> Of kindness & compassion & is born a weeping terror.
> 
> Or they create the Lion & Tyger in compassionate thunderings 
> 
> Howling the Spectres flee: they take refuge in Human lineaments.
> 
> The Sons of Ozoth within the Optic Nerve stand fiery glowing 
> 
> And the number of his Sons is eight millions & eight.
> 
> They give delights to the man unknown; artificial riches 
> 
> They give to scorn, & their posessors to trouble & sorrow & care, 
> 
> Shutting the sun. & moon. & stars. & trees. & clouds. & waters.
> 
> And hills. out from the Optic Nerve & hardening it into a bone 
> 
> Opake. and like the black pebble on the enraged beach.
> 
> While the poor indigent is like the diamond which tho cloth'd 
> 
> In rugged covering in the mine, is open all within
> 
> And in his hallowd center holds the heavens of bright eternity 
> 
> Ozoth here builds walls of rocks against the surging sea 
> 
> And timbers crampt with iron cramps bar in the joys of life 
> 
> From fell destruction in the Spectrous cunning or rage. 
> 
> He Creates The speckled Newt, the Spider & Beetle, the Rat & Mouse, 
> 
> The Badger & Fox: they worship before his feet in trembling fear.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But others of the Sons of Los build Moments & Minutes & Hours 
> 
> And Days & Months & Years & Ages & Periods; wondrous buildings 
> 
> And every Moment has a Couch of gold for soft repose, 
> 
> (A Moment equals a pulsation of the artery),
> 
> And between every two Moments stands a Daughter of Beulah 
> 
> To feed the Sleepers on their Couches with maternal care.
> 
> And every Minute has an azure Tent with silken Veils.
> 
> And every Hour has a bright golden Gate carved with skill.
> 
> And every Day & Night, has Walls of brass & Gates of adamant, 
> 
> Shining like precious stones & ornamented with appropriate signs:
> 
> And every Month, a silver paved Terrace builded high: 
> 
> And every Year, invulnerable Barriers with high Towers.
> 
> And every Age is Moated deep with Bridges of silver & gold.
> 
> And every Seven Ages is Incircled with a Flaming Fire.
> 
> Now Seven Ages is amounting to Two Hundred Years
> 
> Each has its Guard. each Moment Minute Hour Day Month & Year.
> 
> All are the work of Fairy hands of the Four Elements
> 
> The Guard are Angels of Providence on duty evermore
> 
> Every Time less than a pulsation of the artery
> 
> Is equal in its period & value to Six Thousand Years.
> 
> For in this Period the Poets Work is Done: and all the Great 
> 
> Events of Time start forth & are concievd in such a Period 
> 
> Within a Moment: a Pulsation of the Artery.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los
> 
> And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place: 
> 
> Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount 
> 
> Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his Universe; 
> 
> And on its verge the Sun rises & sets. the Clouds bow 
> 
> To meet the flat Earth & the Sea in such an orderd Space: 
> 
> The Starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set 
> 
> On all sides & the two Poles turn on their valves of gold: 
> 
> And if he move his dwelling-place, his heavens also move.
> 
> Wher'eer he goes & all his neighbourhood bewail his loss: 
> 
> Such are the Spaces called Earth & such its dimension: 
> 
> As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner, 
> 
> As of a Globe rolling thro Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro 
> 
> The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope. they alter 
> 
> The ratio of the Spectators Organs but leave Objects untouchd 
> 
> For every Space larger than a red Globule of Mans blood.
> 
> Is visionary: and is created by the Hammer of Los
> 
> And every Space smaller than a Globule of Mans blood. opens 
> 
> Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow: 
> 
> The red Globule is the unwearied Sun by Los created
> 
> To measure Time and Space to mortal very morning.
> 
> Bowlahoola & Allamanda are placed on each side
> 
> Of that Pulsation & that Globule, terrible their power.
> 
> But Rintrah & Palamabron govern over Day & Night 
> 
> In Allamanda & Entuthon Benython where Souls wail: 
> 
> Where Orc incessant howls burning in fires of Eternal Youth, 
> 
> Within the vegetated mortal Nerves; for every Man born is joined 
> 
> Within into One mighty Polypus, and this Polypus is Orc.
> 
> But in the Optic vegetative Nerves Sleep was transformed 
> 
> To Death in old time by Satan the father of Sin & Death 
> 
> And Satan is the Spectre of Orc & Orc is the generate Luvah
> 
> But in the Nerves of the Nostrils, Accident being formed 
> 
> Into Substance & Principle, by the cruelties of Demonstration 
> 
> It became Opake & Indefinite; but the Divine Saviour, 
> 
> Formed it into a Solid by Los's Mathematic power.
> 
> He named the Opake Satan: he named the Solid Adam
> 
> And in the Nerves of the Ear, (for the Nerves of the 
> 
> Tongue are closed) On Albions Rock Los stands creating the glorious 
> 
> Sun each morning And when unwearied in the evening he creates the 
> 
> Moon Death to delude, who all in terror at their splendor leaves 
> 
> His prey while Los appoints, & Rintrah & Palamabron guide 
> 
> The Souls clear from the Rock of Death, that Death himself may wake 
> 
> In his appointed season when the ends of heaven meet.
> 
> Then Los conducts the Spirits to be Vegetated, into
> 
> Great Golgonooza, free from the four iron pillars of Satans Throne 
> 
> (Temperance, Prudence, Justice, Fortitude, the four pillars of tyranny) 
> 
> That Satans Watch-Fiends touch them not before they Vegetate.
> 
> But Enitharmon and her Daughters take the pleasant charge.
> 
> To give them to their lovely heavens till the Great Judgment Day 
> 
> Such is their lovely charge. But Rahab & Tirzah pervert 
> 
> Their mild influences, therefore the Seven Eyes of God walk round 
> 
> The Three Heavens of Ulro, where Tirzah & her Sisters 
> 
> Weave the black Woof of Death upon Entuthon Benython
> 
> In the Vale of Surrey where Horeb terminates in Rephaim 
> 
> The stamping feet of Zelophehads Daughters are coverd with Human gore 
> 
> Upon the treddles of the Loom, they sing to the winged shuttle: 
> 
> The River rises above his banks to wash the Woof:
> 
> He takes it in his arms: he passes it in strength thro his current 
> 
> The veil of human miseries is woven over the Ocean
> 
> From the Atlantic to the Great South Sea, the Erythrean.
> 
> Such is the World of Los the labour of six thousand years.
> 
> Thus Nature is a Vision of the Science of the Elohim.

*** * *End of the First Book.** *** * ***

###

### Book the Second

>   
> 
> 
> There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True 
> 
> This place is called Beulah, It is a pleasant lovely Shadow 
> 
> Where no dispute can come. Because of those who Sleep.
> 
> Into this place the Sons & Daughters of Ololon descended 
> 
> With solemn mourning into Beulahs moony shades & hills 
> 
> Weeping for Milton: mute wonder held the Daughters of Beulah 
> 
> Enrapturd with affection sweet and mild benevolence
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Beulah is evermore Created around Eternity; appearing 
> 
> To the Inhabitants of Eden, around them on all sides.
> 
> But Beulah to its Inhabitants appears within each district 
> 
> As the beloved infant in his mothers bosom round incircled 
> 
> With arms of love & pity & sweet compassion. 
> 
> But to The Sons of Eden the moony habitations of Beulah,
> 
> Are from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant Rest.
> 
> And it is thus Created. Lo the Eternal Great Humanity 
> 
> To whom be Glory & Dominion Evermore Amen
> 
> Walks among all his awful Family see in every face
> 
> As the breath of the Almighty. such are the words of man to man 
> 
> In the great Wars of Eternity, in fury of Poetic Inspiration, 
> 
> To build the Universe stupendous: Mental forms Creating
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But the Emanations trembled exceedingly, nor could they 
> 
> Live, because the life of Man was too exceeding unbounded 
> 
> His joy became terrible to them they trembled & wept 
> 
> Crying with one voice. Give us a habitation & a place 
> 
> In which we may be hidden under the shadow of wings
> 
> For if we who are but for a time, & who pass away in winter 
> 
> Behold these wonders of Eternity we shall consume
> 
> But you O our Fathers & Brothers, remain in Eternity
> 
> But grant us a Temporal Habitation. do you speak
> 
> To us; we will obey your words as you obey Jesus
> 
> The Eternal who is blessed for ever & ever. Amen
> 
> So spake the lovely Emanations; & there appeard a pleasant 
> 
> Mild Shadow above: beneath: & on all sides round,
> 
> Into this pleasant Shadow all the weak & weary
> 
> Like Women & Children were taken away as on wings 
> 
> Of dovelike softness, & shadowy habitations prepared for them 
> 
> But every Man returnd & went still going forward thro'
> 
> The Bosom of the Father in Eternity on Eternity
> 
> Neither did any lack or fall into Error without
> 
> A Shadow to repose in all the Days of happy Eternity
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Into this pleasant Shadow Beulah, all Ololon descended 
> 
> And when the Daughters of Beulah heard the lamentation 
> 
> All Beulah wept, for they saw the Lord coming in the Clouds 
> 
> And the Shadows of Beulah terminate in rocky Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And all Nations wept in affliction Family by Family
> 
> Germany wept towards France & Italy: England wept & trembled 
> 
> Towards America: India rose up from his golden bed:
> 
> As one awakend in the night: they saw the Lord coming 
> 
> In the Clouds of Ololon with Power & Great Glory!
> 
> And all the Living Creatures of the Four Elements, wail'd 
> 
> With bitter wailing: these in the aggregate are named Satan 
> 
> And Rahab: they know not of Regeneration, but only of Generation 
> 
> The Fairies, Nymphs, Gnomes & Genii of the Four Elements 
> 
> Unforgiving & unalterable: these cannot be Regenerated 
> 
> But must be Created, for they know only of Generation 
> 
> These are the Gods of the Kingdoms of the Earth: in contrarious 
> 
> And cruel opposition: Element against Element, opposed in War 
> 
> Not Mental, as the Wars of Eternity, but a Corporeal Strife 
> 
> In Los's Halls continual labouring in the Furnaces of Golgonooza 
> 
> Orc howls on the Atlantic: Enitharmon trembles: All Beulah weeps
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring; 
> 
> The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed: just as the morn 
> 
> Appears; listens silent; then springing from the waving Corn-field! loud 
> 
> He leads the Choir of Day! trill, trill, trill, trill, 
> 
> Mounting upon the wings of light into the Great Expanse: 
> 
> Reecchoing against the lovely blue & shining heavenly Shell: 
> 
> His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather 
> 
> On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence Divine 
> 
> All Nature listens silent to him & the awful Sun
> 
> Stands still upon the Mountain looking on this little Bird
> 
> With eyes of soft humility, & wonder love & awe.
> 
> Then loud from their green covert all the Birds begin their Song 
> 
> The Thrush, the Linnet & the Goldfinch, Robin & the Wren 
> 
> Awake the Sun from his sweet reverie upon the Mountain: 
> 
> The Nightingale again assays his song, & thro the day, 
> 
> And thro the night warbles luxuriant; every Bird of Song 
> 
> Attending his loud harmony with admiration & love.
> 
> This is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thou percievest the Flowers put forth their precious Odours!
> 
> And none can tell how from so small a center comes such sweets 
> 
> Forgetting that within that Center Eternity expands
> 
> Its ever during doors, that Og & Anak fiercely guard 
> 
> First eer the morning breaks joy opens in the flowery bosoms 
> 
> Joy even to tears, which the Sun rising dries; first the Wild Thyme 
> 
> And Meadow-sweet downy & soft waving among the reeds.
> 
> Light springing on the air lead the sweet Dance: they wake 
> 
> The Honeysuckle sleeping on the Oak: the flaunting beauty 
> 
> Revels along upon the wind; the White-thorn lovely May 
> 
> Opens her many lovely eyes: listening the Rose still sleeps 
> 
> None dare to wake her. soon she bursts her crimson curtaind bed 
> 
> And comes forth in the majesty of beauty; every Flower: 
> 
> The Pink, the Jessamine, the Wall-flower, the Carnation 
> 
> The Jonquil, the mild Lilly opes her heavens! every Tree, 
> 
> And Flower & Herb soon fill the air with an innumerable 
> 
> Dance Yet all in order sweet & lovely, Men are sick with Love!
> 
> Such is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon
> 
> And Milton oft sat up on the Couch of Death & oft conversed 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In vision & dream beatific with the Seven Angels of the Presence
> 
> I have turned my back upon these Heavens builded on cruelty 
> 
> My Spectre still wandering thro' them follows my Emanation 
> 
> He hunts her footsteps thro' the snow & the wintry hail & rain 
> 
> The idiot Reasoner laughs at the Man of Imagination
> 
> And from laughter proceeds to murder by undervaluing calumny
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Hillel who is Lucifer replied over the Couch of Death 
> 
> And thus the Seven Angels instructed him & thus they converse.
> 
> We are not Individuals but States: Combinations of Individuals 
> 
> We were Angels of the Divine Presence: & were Druids in Annandale 
> 
> Compelld to combine into Form by Satan, the Spectre of Albion, 
> 
> Who made himself a God &, destroyed the Human Form Divine. [Hebrew]
> 
> But the Divine Humanity & Mercy gave us a Human Form as multitudes 
> 
> Because we were combind in Freedom & holy Brotherhood Vox Populi
> 
> While those combind by Satans Tyranny first in the blood of War 
> 
> And Sacrifice &, next, in Chains of imprisonment: are Shapeless Rocks 
> 
> Retaining only Satans Mathematic Holiness, Length: Bredth & Highth 
> 
> Calling the Human Imagination: which is the Divine Vision & Fruition 
> 
> In which Man liveth eternally: madness & blasphemy, against 
> 
> Its own Qualities, which are Servants of Humanity, not Gods or Lords 
> 
> Distinguish therefore States from Individuals in those States.
> 
> States Change: but Individual Identities never change nor cease: 
> 
> You cannot go to Eternal Death in that which can never Die.
> 
> Satan & Adam are States Created into Twenty-seven Churches 
> 
> And thou O Milton art a State about to be Created
> 
> Called Eternal Annihilation that none but the Living shall 
> 
> Dare to enter: & they shall enter triumphant over Death 
> 
> And Hell & the Grave! States that are not, but ah! Seem to be.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Judge then of thy Own Self: thy Eternal Lineaments explore 
> 
> What is Eternal & what Changeable? & what Annihilable!
> 
> The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself 
> 
> Affection or Love becomes a State, when divided from Imagination 
> 
> The Memory is a State always, & the Reason is a State 
> 
> Created to be Annihilated & a new Ratio Created
> 
> Whatever can be Created can be Annihilated Forms cannot 
> 
> The Oak is cut down by the Ax, the Lamb falls by the Knife 
> 
> But their Forms Eternal Exist, Forever. Amen Halle[l]ujah
> 
> Thus they converse with the Dead watching round the Couch of Death.
> 
> For God himself enters Death's Door always with those that enter 
> 
> And lays down in the Grave with them, in Visions of Eternity 
> 
> Till they awake & see Jesus & the Linen Clothes lying 
> 
> That the Females had Woven for them, & the Gates of their Fathers House
> 
> And the Divine Voice was heard in the Songs of Beulah Saying
> 
>   
> 
> 
> When I first Married you, I gave you all my whole Soul 
> 
> I thought that you would love my loves & joy in my delights 
> 
> Seeking for pleasures in my pleasures O Daughter of Babylon 
> 
> Then thou wast lovely, mild & gentle. now thou art terrible 
> 
> In jealousy & unlovely in my sight, because thou hast cruelly 
> 
> Cut off my loves in fury till I have no love left for thee 
> 
> Thy love depends on him thou lovest & on his dear loves 
> 
> Depend thy pleasures which thou hast cut off by jealousy 
> 
> Therefore I shew my jealousy & set before you Death.
> 
> Behold Milton descended to Redeem the Female Shade
> 
> From Death Eternal; such your lot, to be continually Redeem'd 
> 
> By death & misery of those you love & by Annihilation 
> 
> When the Sixfold Female percieves that Milton annihilates 
> 
> Himself: that seeing all his loves by her cut off: he leaves 
> 
> Her also: intirely abstracting himself from Female loves 
> 
> She shall relent in fear of death: She shall begin to give 
> 
> Her maidens to her husband: delighting in his delight 
> 
> And then & then alone begins the happy Female joy 
> 
> As it is done in Beulah, & thou O Virgin Babylon Mother of Whoredoms 
> 
> Shalt bring Jerusalem in thine arms in the night watches; and 
> 
> No longer turning her a wandering Harlot in the streets 
> 
> Shalt give her into the arms of God your Lord & Husband.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Such are the Songs of Beulah in the Lamentations of Ololon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And all the Songs of Beulah sounded comfortable notes 
> 
> To comfort Ololons lamentation, for they said
> 
> Are you the Fiery Circle that late drove in fury & fire 
> 
> The Eight Immortal Starry-Ones down into Ulro dark
> 
> Rending the Heavens of Beulah with your thunder & lightnings 
> 
> And can you thus lament & can you pity & forgive?
> 
> Is terror changd to pity O wonder of Eternity!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Four States of Humanity in its Repose,
> 
> Were shewed them. First of Beulah a most pleasant Sleep 
> 
> On Couches soft, with mild music, tended by Flowers of Beulah 
> 
> Sweet Female forms, winged or floating in the air spontaneous 
> 
> The Second State is Alla & the third State Al-Ulro; 
> 
> But the Fourth State is dreadful; it is named Or-Ulro:   
> 
> 
> The First State is in the Head, the Second is in the Heart: 
> 
> The Third in the Loins & Seminal Vessels & the Fourth 
> 
> In the Stomach & Intestines terrible, deadly, unutterable 
> 
> And he whose Gates are opend in those Regions of his 
> 
> Body Can from those Gates view all these wondrous Imaginations
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Ololon sought the Or-Ulro & its fiery Gates
> 
> And the Couches of the Martyrs: & many Daughters of Beulah 
> 
> Accompany them down to the Ulro with soft melodious tears 
> 
> A long journey & dark thro Chaos in the track of Miltons course 
> 
> To where the Contraries of Beulah War beneath Negations Banner  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then view'd from Miltons Track they see the Ulro: a vast Polypus 
> 
> Of living fibres down into the Sea of Time & Space growing 
> 
> A self-devouring monstrous human Death Twenty-seven fold 
> 
> Within it sit Five Females & the nameless Shadowy Mother 
> 
> Spinning it from their bowels with songs of amorous delight 
> 
> And melting cadences that lure the Sleepers of Beulah down 
> 
> The River Storge (which is Arnon) into the Dead Sea:
> 
> Around this Polypus Los continual builds the Mundane Shell
> 
> Four Universes round the Universe of Los remain Chaotic 
> 
> Four intersecting Globes, & the Egg form'd World of Los 
> 
> In midst; stretching from Zenith to Nadir, in midst of Chaos.
> 
> One of these Ruind Universes is to the North named Urthona 
> 
> One to the South this was the glorious World of Urizen 
> 
> One to the East, of Luvah: One to the West; of Tharmas.
> 
> But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen in the South 
> 
> All fell towards the Center sinking downward in dire Ruin 
> 
> Here in these Chaoses the Sons of Ololon took their abode 
> 
> In Chasms of the Mundane Shell which open on all sides round 
> 
> Southward & by the East within the Breach of Miltons descent 
> 
> To watch the time, pitying & gentle to awaken Urizen 
> 
> They stood in a dark land of death of fiery corroding waters 
> 
> Where lie in evil death the Four Immortals pale and cold 
> 
> And the Eternal Man even Albion upon the Rock of Ages Seeing Miltons 
> 
> Shadow, some Daughters of Beulah trembling 
> 
> Returnd, but Ololon remaind before the Gates of the Dead
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Ololon looked down into the Heavens of Ulro in fear 
> 
> They said. How are the Wars of Man which in Great Eternity
> 
> Appear around, in the External Spheres of Visionary Life 
> 
> Here renderd Deadly within the Life & Interior Vision 
> 
> How are the Beasts & Birds & Fishes, & Plants & Minerals 
> 
> Here fixd into a frozen bulk subject to decay & death 
> 
> Those Visions of Human Life & Shadows of Wisdom & Knowledge
> 
> Are here frozen to unexpansive deadly destroying terrors 
> 
> And War & Hunting: the Two Fountains of the River of Life 
> 
> Are become Fountains of bitter Death & of corroding Hell 
> 
> Till Brotherhood is changd into a Curse & a Flattery 
> 
> By Differences between Ideas, that Ideas themselves, (which are 
> 
> The Divine Members) may be slain in offerings for sin 
> 
> O dreadful Loom of Death! O piteous Female forms compelld 
> 
> To weave the Woof of Death, On Camberwell Tirzahs Courts 
> 
> Malahs on Blackheath, Rahab & Noah. dwell on Windsors heights 
> 
> Where once the Cherubs of Jerusalem spread to Lambeths Vale 
> 
> Milcahs Pillars shine from Harrow to Hampstead where Hoglah 
> 
> On Highgates heights magnificent Weaves overtrembling Thames 
> 
> To Shooters Hill and thence to Blackheath the dark Woof! 
> 
> Loud Loud roll the Weights & Spindles over the whole Earth let down 
> 
> On all sides round to the Four Quarters of the World, eastward on 
> 
> Europe to Euphrates & Hindu, to Nile & back in Clouds 
> 
> Of Death across the Atlantic to America North & South
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spake Ololon in reminiscence astonishd, but they
> 
> Could not behold Golgonooza without passing the Polypus 
> 
> A wondrous journey not passable by Immortal feet, & none 
> 
> But the Divine Saviour can pass it without annihilation.
> 
> For Golgonooza cannot be seen till having passd the Polypus 
> 
> It is viewed on all sides round by a Fourfold Vision 
> 
> Or till you become Mortal & Vegetable in Sexuality 
> 
> Then you behold its mighty Spires & Domes of ivory & gold 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Ololon examined all the Couches of the Dead.
> 
> Even of Los & Enitharmon & all the Sons of Albion 
> 
> And his Four Zoas terrified & on the verge of Death 
> 
> In midst of these was Miltons Couch, & when they saw Eight 
> 
> Immortal Starry-Ones, guarding the Couch in flaming fires 
> 
> They thunderous utterd all a universal groan falling down 
> 
> Prostrate before the Starry Eight asking with tears forgiveness 
> 
> Confessing their crime with humiliation and sorrow.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O how the Starry Eight rejoic'd to see Ololon descended!
> 
> And now that a wide road was open to Eternity,
> 
> By Ololons descent thro Beulah to Los & Enitharmon,
> 
> For mighty were the multitudes of Ololon, vast the extent 
> 
> Of their great sway, reaching from Ulro to Eternity
> 
> Surrounding the Mundane Shell outside in its Caverns
> 
> And through Beulah. and all silent forbore to contend 
> 
> With Ololon for they saw the Lord in the Clouds of Ololon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
> 
> Nor can his Watch Fiends find it, but the Industrious find 
> 
> This Moment & it multiply. & when it once is found 
> 
> It renovates every Moment of the Day if rightly placed 
> 
> In this Moment Ololon descended to Los & Enitharmon 
> 
> Unseen beyond the Mundane Shell Southward in Miltons track
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Just in this Moment when the morning odours rise abroad 
> 
> And first from the Wild Thyme, stands a Fountain in a rock 
> 
> Of crystal flowing into two Streams, one flows thro Golgonooza 
> 
> And thro Beulah to Eden beneath Los's western Wall
> 
> The other flows thro the Aerial Void & all the Churches 
> 
> Meeting again in Golgonooza beyond Satans Seat
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Wild Thyme is Los's Messenger to Eden, a mighty Demon 
> 
> Terrible deadly & poisonous his presence in Ulro dark 
> 
> Therefore he appears only a small Root creeping in grass 
> 
> Covering over the Rock of Odours his bright purple mantle 
> 
> Beside the Fount above the Larks nest in Golgonooza
> 
> Luvah slept here in death & here is Luvahs empty Tomb 
> 
> Ololon sat beside this Fountain on the Rock of Odours.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Just at the place to where the Lark mounts, is a Crystal Gate 
> 
> It is the enterance of the First Heaven named Luther: for 
> 
> The Lark is Los's Messenger thro the Twenty-seven Churches 
> 
> That the Seven Eyes of God who walk even to Satans Seat 
> 
> Thro all the Twenty-seven Heavens may not slumber nor sleep
> 
> But the Larks Nest is at the Gate of Los, at the eastern 
> 
> Gate of wide Golgonooza & the Lark is Los's Messenger
> 
> When on the highest lift of his light pinions he arrives 
> 
> At that bright Gate, another Lark meets him & back to back 
> 
> They touch their pinions tip tip: and each descend
> 
> To their respective Earths & there all night consult with Angels 
> 
> Of Providence & with the Eyes of God all night in slumbers 
> 
> Inspired: & at the dawn of day send out another Lark 
> 
> Into another Heaven to carry news upon his wings
> 
> Thus are the Messengers dispatchd till they reach the Earth again 
> 
> In the East Gate of Golgonooza, & the Twenty-eighth bright 
> 
> Lark. met the Female Ololon descending into my Garden 
> 
> Thus it appears to Mortal eyes & those of the Ulro Heavens 
> 
> But not thus to Immortals, the Lark is a mighty Angel.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For Ololon step'd into the Polypus within the Mundane Shell 
> 
> They could not step into Vegetable Worlds without becoming
> 
> The enemies of Humanity except in a Female Form
> 
> And as One Female, Ololon and all its mighty Hosts
> 
> Appear'd: a Virgin of twelve years nor time nor space was 
> 
> To the perception of the Virgin Ololon but as the
> 
> Flash of lightning but more quick the Virgin in my Garden 
> 
> Before my Cottage stood for the Satanic Space is delusion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For when Los joind with me he took me in his firy whirlwind 
> 
> My Vegetated portion was hurried from Lambeths shades 
> 
> He set me down in Felphams Vale & prepard a beautiful 
> 
> Cottage for me that in three years I might write all these Visions 
> 
> To display Natures cruel holiness: the deceits of Natural Religion 
> 
> Walking in my Cottage Garden, sudden I beheld
> 
> The Virgin Ololon & address'd her as a Daughter of Beulah
> 
> Virgin of Providence fear not to enter into my Cottage 
> 
> What is thy message to thy friend: What am I now to do 
> 
> Is it again to plunge into deeper affliction? behold me 
> 
> Ready to obey, but pity thou my Shadow of Delight
> 
> Enter my Cottage, comfort her, for she is sick with fatigue
> 
> The Virgin answerd. Knowest thou of Milton who descended 
> 
> Driven from Eternity; him I seek! terrified at my Act 
> 
> In Great Eternity which thou knowest! I come him to seek  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Ololon utterd in words distinct the anxious thought 
> 
> Mild was the voice, but more distinct than any earthly 
> 
> That Miltons Shadow heard & condensing all his Fibres 
> 
> Into a strength impregnable of majesty & beauty infinite 
> 
> I saw he was the Covering Cherub & within him Satan 
> 
> And Raha[b], in an outside which is fallacious! within 
> 
> Beyond the outline of Identity, in the Selfhood deadly 
> 
> And he appeard the Wicker Man of Scandinavia in whom
> 
> Jerusalems children consume in flames among the Stars
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Descending down into my Garden, a Human Wonder of God 
> 
> Reaching from heaven to earth a Cloud & Human Form 
> 
> I beheld Milton with astonishment & in him beheld 
> 
> The Monstrous Churches of Beulah, the Gods of Ulro dark 
> 
> Twelve monstrous dishumanizd terrors Synagogues of Satan.
> 
> A Double Twelve & Thrice Nine: such their divisions.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And these their Names & their Places within the Mundane Shell
> 
> In Tyre & Sidon I saw Baal & Ashtaroth. In Moab Chemosh 
> 
> In Ammon, Molech: loud his Furnaces rage among the Wheels 
> 
> Of Og, & pealing loud the cries of the Victims of Fire!
> 
> And pale his Priestesses infolded in Veils of Pestilence, border'd 
> 
> With War; Woven in Looms of Tyre & Sidon by beautiful Ashtaroth.
> 
> In Palestine Dagon, Sea Monster! worshipd o'er the Sea.
> 
> Thammuz in Lebanon & Rimmon in Damascus curtaind
> 
> Osiris: Isis: Orus: in Egypt: dark their Tabernacles on Nile 
> 
> Floating with solemn songs, & on the Lakes of Egypt nightly 
> 
> With pomp, even till morning break & Osiris appear in the sky 
> 
> But Belial of Sodom & Gomorrha, obscure Demon of Bribes 
> 
> And secret Assasinations, not worshipd nor adord; but 
> 
> With the finger on the lips & the back turnd to the light 
> 
> And Saturn Jove & Rhea of the Isles of the Sea remote 
> 
> These Twelve Gods. are the Twelve Spectre Sons of the Druid Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And these the names of the Twenty-seven Heavens & their Churches 
> 
> Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel, Jared, Enoch,
> 
> Methuselah, Lamech: these are Giants mighty Hermaphroditic 
> 
> Noah, Shem, Arphaxad, Cainan the second, Salah, Heber, 
> 
> Peeg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah, these are the Female-Males 
> 
> A Male within a Female hid as in an Ark & Curtains, 
> 
> Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine 
> 
> Luther, these seven are the Male-Females, the Dragon Forms 
> 
> Religion hid in War, a Dragon red & hidden Harlot
> 
> All these are seen in Miltons Shadow who is the Covering Cherub 
> 
> The Spectre of Albion in which the Spectre of Luvah inhabits 
> 
> In the Newtonian Voids between the Substances of Creation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For the Chaotic Voids outside of the Stars are measured by 
> 
> The Stars, which are the boundaries of Kingdoms, Provinces 
> 
> And Empires of Chaos invisible to the Vegetable Man
> 
> The Kingdom of Og. is in Orion: Sihon is in Ophiucus
> 
> Og has Twenty-seven Districts; Sihons Districts Twenty-one 
> 
> From Star to Star, Mountains & Valleys, terrible dimension 
> 
> Stretchd out, compose the Mundane Shell, a mighty Incrustation 
> 
> Of Forty-eight deformed Human Wonders of the Almighty 
> 
> With Caverns whose remotest bottoms meet again beyond 
> 
> The Mundane Shell in Golgonooza, but the Fires of Los, rage 
> 
> In the remotest bottoms of the Caves, that none can pass 
> 
> Into Eternity that way, but all descend to Los
> 
> To Bowlahoola & Allamanda & to Entuthon Benython
> 
> The Heavens are the Cherub, the Twelve Gods are Satan
> 
> And the Forty-eight Starry Regions are Cities of the Levites 
> 
> The Heads of the Great Polypus, Fourfold twelve enormity 
> 
> In mighty & mysterious comingling enemy with enemy 
> 
> Woven by Urizen into Sexes from his mantle of years
> 
> And Milton collecting all his fibres into impregnable strength 
> 
> Descended down a Paved work of all kinds of precious stones 
> 
> Out from the eastern sky; descending down into my Cottage 
> 
> Garden: clothed in black, severe & silent he descended.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Spectre of Satan stood upon the roaring sea & beheld 
> 
> Milton within hi sleeping Humanity! trembling & shuddring 
> 
> He stood upon the waves a Twenty-seven-fold mighty Demon 
> 
> Gorgeous & beautiful: loud roll his thunders against Milton 
> 
> Loud Satan thunderd, loud & dark upon mild Felpham shore 
> 
> Not daring to touch one fibre he howld round upon the Sea.
> 
> I also stood in Satans bosom & beheld its desolations!
> 
> A ruind Man: a ruind building of God not made with hands; 
> 
> Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible: 
> 
> Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains 
> 
> Of pitch & nitre: its ruind palaces & cities & mighty works; 
> 
> Its furnaces of affliction in which his Angels & Emanations 
> 
> Labour with blackend visages among its stupendous ruins 
> 
> Arches & pyramids & porches colonades & domes: 
> 
> In which dwells Mystery Babylon, here is her secret place 
> 
> From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight 
> 
> Here is her Cup filld with its poisons, in these horrid vales 
> 
> And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war: 
> 
> Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In the Eastern porch of Satans Universe Milton stood & said
> 
> Satan! my Spectre! I know my power thee to annihilate 
> 
> And be a greater in thy place, & be thy Tabernacle 
> 
> A covering for thee to do thy will, till one greater comes 
> 
> And smites me as I smote thee & becomes my covering.
> 
> Such are the Laws of thy false Heavns! but Laws of Eternity 
> 
> Are not such: know thou: I come to Self Annihilation
> 
> Such are the Laws of Eternity that each shall mutually 
> 
> Annihilate himself for others good, as I for thee
> 
> Thy purpose & the purpose of thy Priests & of thy Churches 
> 
> Is to impress on men the fear of death; to teach
> 
> Trembling & fear, terror, constriction; abject selfishness 
> 
> Mine is to teach Men to despise death & to go on
> 
> In fearless majesty annihilating Self, laughing to scorn 
> 
> Thy Laws & terrors, shaking down thy Synagogues as webs 
> 
> I come to discover before Heavn & Hell the Self righteousness 
> 
> In all its Hypocritic turpitude, opening to every eye 
> 
> These wonders of Satans holiness shewing to the Earth 
> 
> The Idol Virtues of the Natural Heart, & Satans Seat 
> 
> Explore in all its Selfish Natural Virtue & put off 
> 
> In Self annihilation all that is not of God alone:
> 
> To put off Self & all I have ever & ever Amen
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Satan heard! Coming in a cloud, with trumpets & flaming fire 
> 
> Saying I am God the judge of all, the living & the dead 
> 
> Fall therefore down & worship me. submit thy supreme 
> 
> Dictate, to my eternal Will & to my dictate bow
> 
> I hold the Balances of Right & Just & mine the Sword 
> 
> Seven Angels bear my Name & in those Seven I appear 
> 
> But I alone am God & I alone in Heavn & Earth 
> 
> Of all that live dare utter this, others tremble & bow
> 
> Till All Things become One Great Satan, in Holiness
> 
> Oppos'd to Mercy, and the Divine Delusion Jesus be no more
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Suddenly around Milton on my Path, the Starry Seven
> 
> Burnd terrible! my Path became a solid fire, as bright 
> 
> As the clear Sun & Milton silent came down on my Path.
> 
> And there went forth from the Starry limbs of the Seven: Forms 
> 
> Human; with Trumpets innumerable, sounding articulate 
> 
> As the Seven spake; and they stood in a mighty Column of Fire 
> 
> Surrounding Felphams Vale, reaching to the Mundane Shell, Saying 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Awake Albion awake! reclaim thy Reasoning Spectre. Subdue
> 
> Him to the Divine Mercy, Cast him down into the Lake
> 
> Of Los, that ever burneth with fire, ever & ever Amen!
> 
> Let the Four Zoa's awake from Slumbers of Six Thousand Years
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then loud the Furnaces of Los were heard! & seen as 
> 
> Seven heavens Stretching from south to north over the mountains of Albion
> 
> Satan heard; trembling round his Body, he incircled it 
> 
> He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment 
> 
> Howling in his Spectre round his Body hungring to devour 
> 
> But fearing for the pain for if he touches a Vital,
> 
> His torment is unendurable: therefore he cannot devour: 
> 
> But howls round it as a lion round his prey continually 
> 
> Loud Satan thunderd, loud & dark upon mild Felphams Shore 
> 
> Coming in a Cloud with Trumpets & with Fiery Flame 
> 
> An awful Form eastward from midst of a bright Paved-work 
> 
> Of precious stones by Cherubim surrounded: so permitted 
> 
> (Lest he should fall apart in his Eternal Death) to imitate 
> 
> The Eternal Great Humanity Divine surrounded by
> 
> His Cherubim & Seraphim in ever happy Eternity
> 
> Beneath sat Chaos: Sin on his right hand Death on his left 
> 
> And Ancient Night spread over all the heavn his Mantle of Laws 
> 
> He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Albion rose up in the Night of Beulah on his Couch 
> 
> Of dread repose seen by the visionary eye; his face is toward 
> 
> The east, toward Jerusalems Gates: groaning he sat above 
> 
> His rocks. London & Bath & Legions & Edinburgh 
> 
> Are the four pillars of his Throne; his left foot near London 
> 
> Covers the shades of Tyburn: his instep from Windsor
> 
> To Primrose Hill stretching to Highgate & Holloway
> 
> London is between his knees: its basements fourfold
> 
> His right foot stretches to the sea on Dover cliffs, his heel 
> 
> On Canterburys ruins; his right hand covers lofty Wales 
> 
> His left Scotland; his bosom girt with gold involves
> 
> York, Edinburgh, Durham & Carlisle & on the front 
> 
> Bath, Oxford, Cambridge Norwich; his right elbow
> 
> Leans on the Rocks of Erins Land, Ireland ancient nation 
> 
> His head bends over London: he sees his embodied Spectre 
> 
> Trembling before him with exceeding great trembling & fear 
> 
> He views Jerusalem & Babylon, his tears flow down 
> 
> He movd his right foot to Cornwall, his left to the Rocks of Bognor 
> 
> He strove to rise to walk into the Deep. but strength failing 
> 
> Forbad & down with dreadful groans he sunk upon his Couch 
> 
> In moony Beulah. Los his strong Guard walks round beneath the Moon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Urizen faints in terror striving among the Brooks of Arnon 
> 
> With Miltons Spirit: as the Plowman or Artificer or Shepherd 
> 
> While in the labours of his Calling sends his Thought abroad 
> 
> To labour in the ocean or in the starry heaven. So Milton 
> 
> Labourd in Chasms of the Mundane Shell, tho here before 
> 
> My Cottage midst the Starry Seven, where the Virgin Ololon 
> 
> Stood trembling in the Porch: loud Satan thunderd on the stormy Sea 
> 
> Circling Albions Cliffs in which the Fourfold World resides 
> 
> Tho seen in fallacy outside: a fallacy of Satans Churches
> 
> Before Ololon Milton stood & percievd the Eternal Form 
> 
> Of that mild Vision; wondrous were their acts by me unknown 
> 
> Except remotely; and I heard Ololon say to Milton
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I see thee strive upon the Brooks of Arnon. there a dread 
> 
> And awful Man I see, oercoverd with the mantle of years.
> 
> I behold Los & Urizen. I behold Orc & Tharmas; 
> 
> The Four Zoa's of Albion & thy Spirit with them striving 
> 
> In Self annihilation giving thy life to thy enemies
> 
> Are those who contemn Religion & seek to annihilate it 
> 
> Become in their Femin[in]e portions the causes & promoters 
> 
> Of these Religions, how is this thing? this Newtonian Phantasm 
> 
> This Voltaire & Rousseau: this Hume & Gibbon & Bolingbroke 
> 
> This Natural Religion! this impossible absurdity
> 
> Is Ololon the cause of this? O where shall I hide my face 
> 
> These tears fall for the little-ones: the Children of Jerusalem 
> 
> Lest they be annihilated in thy annihilation.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> No sooner she had spoke but Rahab Babylon appeard
> 
> Eastward upon the Paved work across Europe & Asia 
> 
> Glorious as the midday Sun in Satans bosom glowing:
> 
> A Female hidden in a Male, Religion hidden in War
> 
> Namd Moral Virtue; cruel two-fold Monster shining bright 
> 
> A Dragon red & hidden Harlot which John in Patmos saw
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And all beneath the Nations innumerable of Ulro
> 
> Appeard, the Seven Kingdoms of Canaan & Five Baalim 
> 
> Of Philistea. into Twelve divided, calld after the Names 
> 
> Of Israel: as they are in Eden. Mountain. River & Plain 
> 
> City & sandy Desart intermingled beyond mortal ken 
> 
> But turning toward Ololon in terrible majesty Milton
> 
> Replied. Obey thou the Words of the Inspired Man
> 
> All that can be annihilated must be annihilated
> 
> That the Children of Jerusalem may be saved from slavery 
> 
> There is a Negation, & there is a Contrary
> 
> The Negation must be destroyd to redeem the Contraries 
> 
> The Negation is the Spectre; the Reasoning Power in Man 
> 
> This is a false Body: an Incrustation over my Immortal 
> 
> Spirit; a Selfhood, which must be put off & annihilated alway 
> 
> To cleanse the Face of my Spirit by Self-examination.
> 
> To bathe in the Waters of Life; to wash off the Not Human 
> 
> I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration 
> 
> To cast off Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour 
> 
> To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration
> 
> To cast off Bacon, Locke & Newton from Albions covering 
> 
> To take off his filthy garments, & clothe him with Imagination 
> 
> To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration 
> 
> That it no longer shall dare to mock with the aspersion of Madness 
> 
> Cast on the Inspired, by the tame high finisher of paltry Blots, 
> 
> Indefinite, or paltry Rhymes; or paltry Harmonies.
> 
> Who creeps into State Government like a catterpiller to destroy 
> 
> To cast off the idiot Questioner who is always questioning, 
> 
> But never capable of answering; who sits with a sly grin 
> 
> Silent plotting when to question, like a thief in a cave; 
> 
> Who publishes doubt & calls it knowledge; whose Science is Despair 
> 
> Whose pretence to knowledge is Envy, whose whole Science is 
> 
> To destroy the wisdom of ages to gratify ravenous Envy; 
> 
> That rages round him like a Wolf day & night without rest 
> 
> He smiles with condescension; he talks of Benevolence & Virtue 
> 
> And those who act with Benevolence & Virtue, they murder time on time 
> 
> These are the destroyers of Jerusalem, these are the murderers 
> 
> Of Jesus, who deny the Faith & mock at Eternal Life: 
> 
> Who pretend to Poetry that they may destroy Imagination; 
> 
> By imitation of Natures Images drawn from Remembrance 
> 
> These are the Sexual Garments, the Abomination of Desolation 
> 
> Hiding the Human lineaments as with an Ark & Curtains
> 
> Which Jesus rent: & now shall wholly purge away with Fire 
> 
> Till Generation is swallowd up in Regeneration.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then trembled the Virgin Ololon & replyd in clouds of despair
> 
> Is this our Femin[in]e Portion the Sixfold Miltonic Female 
> 
> Terribly this Portion trembles before thee O awful Man 
> 
> Altho' our Human Power can sustain the severe contentions 
> 
> Of Friendship, our Sexual cannot: but flies into the Ulro.
> 
> Hence arose all our terrors in Eternity! & now remembrance 
> 
> Returns upon us! are we Contraries O Milton, Thou & I 
> 
> O Immortal! how were we led to War the Wars of Death
> 
> Is this the Void Outside of Existence, which if enterd into
> 
> Becomes a Womb? & is this the Death Couch of Albion 
> 
> Thou goest to Eternal Death & all must go with thee
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So saying, the Virgin divided Sixfold & with a shriek 
> 
> Dolorous that ran thro all Creation a Double Sixfold Wonder!
> 
> Away from Ololon she divided & fled into the depths 
> 
> Of Miltons Shadow as a Dove upon the stormy Sea.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then as a Moony Ark Ololon descended to Felphams Vale 
> 
> In clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings 
> 
> Into the Fires of Intellect that rejoic'd in Felphams Vale 
> 
> Around the Starry Eight: with one accord the Starry Eight became 
> 
> One Man Jesus the Saviour. wonderful! round his limbs 
> 
> The Clouds of Ololon folded as a Garment dipped in blood 
> 
> Written within & without in woven letters: & the Writing 
> 
> Is the Divine Revelation in the Litteral expression:
> 
> A Garment of War, I heard it namd the Woof of Six Thousand Years
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And I beheld the Twentyfour Cities of Albion
> 
> Arise upon their Thrones to Judge the Nations of the Earth 
> 
> And the Immortal Four in whom the Twentyfour appear Fourfold 
> 
> Arose around Albions body: Jesus wept & walked forth 
> 
> From Felphams Vale clothed in Clouds of blood, to enter into 
> 
> Albions Bosom, the bosom of death & the Four surrounded him 
> 
> In the Column of Fire in Felphams Vale; then to their mouths the Four 
> 
> Applied their Four Trumpets & them sounded to the Four winds
> 
> Terror struck in the Vale I stood at that immortal sound 
> 
> My bones trembled. I fell outstretchd upon the path
> 
> A moment, & my Soul returnd into its mortal state 
> 
> To Resurrection & Judgment in the Vegetable Body
> 
> And my sweet Shadow of Delight stood trembling by my side
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Immediately the Lark mounted with a loud trill from Felphams Vale 
> 
> And the Wild Thyme from Wimbletons green & impurpled Hills
> 
> And Los & Enitharmon rose over the Hills of Surrey 
> 
> Their clouds roll over London with a south wind, soft Oothoon 
> 
> Pants in the Vales of Lambeth weeping oer her Human Harvest 
> 
> Los listens to the Cry of the Poor Man: his Cloud
> 
> Over London in volume terrific, low bended in anger.
> 
> Rintrah & Palamabron view the Human Harvest beneath 
> 
> Their Wine-presses & Barns stand open; the Ovens are prepar'd 
> 
> The Waggons ready: terrific Lions & Tygers sport & play 
> 
> All Animals upon the Earth, are prepard in all their strength
> 
> To go forth to the Great Harvest & Vintage of the Nations

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# Jerusalem (1804 – 1820)

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[Written on the frontispiece, above the archway:]

> There is a Void, outside of Existence, which if enterd into Englobes itself & becomes a 
> 
> Womb, such was Albions Couch A pleasant Shadow of Repose calld Albions lovely Land
> 
> His Sublime & Pathos become Two Rocks fixd in the Earth 
> 
> His Reason his Spectrous Power, covers them above
> 
> Jerusalem his Emanation is a Stone laying beneath
> 
> O [Albion behold Pitying] behold the Vision of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Frontispiece, on the right side of the archway:]
> 
> Half Friendship is the bitterest Enmity said Los
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> As he enterd the Door of Death for Albions sake Inspired 
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> The long sufferings of God are not for ever there is a Judgment
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> [Frontispiece, on the left side of the archway, reversed:]
> 
> Every Thing has its Vermin O Spectre of the Sleeping Dead!

**_SHEEP GOATS_**

### To the Public

After my three years slumber on the banks of the Ocean, I again display my Giant forms to the Public: My former Giants & Fairies having reciev'd the highest reward possible: the [love] and [friendship] of those with whom to be connected, is to be [blessed]: I cannot doubt that this more consolidated & extended Work, will be as kindly recieved. . . The Enthusiasm of the following Poem, the Author hopes [no Reader will think presumptuousness or arroganc[e] when he is reminded that the Ancients acknowledge their love to their Deities, to the full as Enthusiastically as I have who Acknowledge mine for my Saviour and Lord, for they were wholly absorb'd in their Gods.] I also hope the Reader will be with me, wholly One in Jesus our Lord, who is the God [of Fire] and Lord [of Love] to whom the Ancients look'd and saw his day afar off, with trembling & amazement.

The Spirit of Jesus is continual forgiveness of Sin: he who waits to be righteous before he enters into the Saviours kingdom, the Divine Body; will never enter there. I am perhaps the most sinful of men! I pretend not to holiness! yet I pretend to love, to see, to converse with daily, as man with man, & the more to have an interest in the Friend of Sinners. Therefore

> [Dear] Reader, [forgive] what you do not approve, & [love] me for this energetic exertion of my talent.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Reader! [lover] of books! [lover] of heaven,
> 
> And of that God from whom [all books are given,]
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> Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave
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> To Man the wond'rous art of writing gave,
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> Again he speaks in thunder and in fire!
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> Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire:
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> Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear,
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> Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear.
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> Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be:
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> Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony

Of the Measure, in which the following Poem is written. We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves, every thing is conducted by Spirits, no less than Digestion or Sleep. [to Note the last words of Jesus, GreekEdotha moi pasa exousia en ouranon kai epi ges/Greek] When this Verse was first dictated to me I consider'd a Monotonous Cadence like that used by Milton & Shakspeare & all writers of English Blank Verse, derived from the modern bondage of Rhyming; to be a necessary and indispensible part of Verse. But I soon found that in the mouth of a true Orator such monotony was not only awkward, but as much a bondage as rhyme itself. I therefore have produced a variety in every line, both of cadences & number of syllables. Every word and every letter is studied and put into its fit place: the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific parts—the mild & gentle, for the mild & gentle parts, and the prosaic, for inferior parts: all are necessary to each other. Poetry Fetter'd, Fetters the Human Race! Nations are Destroy'd, or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry Painting and Music, are Destroy'd or Flourish! The Primeval State of Man, was Wisdom, Art, and Science.

#### Chap: 1

> Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through
> 
> Eternal Death! and of the awaking to Eternal Life.
> 
> This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn 
> 
> Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me 
> 
> Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song.
> 
> Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!
> 
> I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:
> 
> Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.
> 
> In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey 
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> A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!
> 
> Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons, 
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> Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters 
> 
> Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend: 
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> Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,
> 
> Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [Where!!]
> 
> Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem 
> 
> From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?
> 
> I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;
> 
> Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:
> 
> Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!
> 
> Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!
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>   
> 
> 
> But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark; 
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> [Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative]
> 
> Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality!
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> Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds
> 
> Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships:
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> Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite:
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> By demonstration, man alone can live, and not by faith.
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> My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself!
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> The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds Plinlimmon & Snowdon 
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> Are mine. here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue!
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> Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation 
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> Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling 
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> His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold!
> 
> The banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of Albion are 
> 
> Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon 
> 
> The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London, 
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> Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated, 
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> In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension, terrible 
> 
> Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult 
> 
> Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection 
> 
> Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither'd & darken'd 
> 
> Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up!
> 
> Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan!
> 
> Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the north!
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> Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon-Benython 
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> Jerusalem is scatterd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' non-entity: 
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> Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram 
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> Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty
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>   
> 
> 
> Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me.
> 
> Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!
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> To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes 
> 
> Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity 
> 
> Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination 
> 
> O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love: 
> 
> Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!
> 
> Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages, 
> 
> While I write of the building of Golgonooza, & of the terrors of Entuthon: 
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> Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton: 
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> Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion. and their Generations.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon 
> 
> The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury.
> 
> They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza: 
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> And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger.
> 
> They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward 
> 
> Divided into Male and Female forms time after time.
> 
> From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad.
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>   
> 
> 
> The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom; 
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> I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul, 
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> In Londons darkness; and my tears fall day and night, 
> 
> Upon the Emanations of Albions Sons! the Daughters of 
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> Albion Names anciently rememberd, but now contemn'd as fictions!
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> Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers.
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>   
> 
> 
> These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead, 
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> Cambel & Gwendolen & Conwenna & Cordella & Ignoge.
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> And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates 
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> Gwiniverra & Gwinefred, & Gonorill & Sabrina beautiful, 
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> Estrild, Mehetabel & Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion 
> 
> They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces; 
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> Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love,
> 
> Eastward a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains 
> 
> Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulahs Daughters, 
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> Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los.
> 
> A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non-Entity, redounding 
> 
> Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels 
> 
> Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O what avail the loves & tears of Beulahs lovely Daughters 
> 
> They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands & tender tears 
> 
> But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython 
> 
> A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end.
> 
> Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination 
> 
> (Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever).
> 
> And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains, 
> 
> Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke 
> 
> Immense, and Jerusalem & Vala weeping in the Cloud 
> 
> Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow 
> 
> Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels; 
> 
> Lamenting for her children, for the sons & daughters of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall 
> 
> Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain, 
> 
> Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward, a black Horror,
> 
> His spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albions sons, black and 
> 
> Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided 
> 
> In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over 
> 
> Los Howling in pain: a blackning Shadow, blackning dark & opake 
> 
> Cursing the terrible Los: bitterly cursing him for his friendship 
> 
> To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath!
> 
> He stood and stampd the earth! then he threw down his hammer in rage &
> 
> In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose 
> 
> And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer: 
> 
> But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In pain the Spectre divided: in pain of hunger and thirst: 
> 
> To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los
> 
> Was living: panting like a frighted wolf, and howling 
> 
> He stood over the Immortal, in the solitude and darkness: 
> 
> Upon the darkning Thames, across the whole Island westward.
> 
> A horrible Shadow of Death, among the Furnaces: beneath 
> 
> The pillar of folding smoke; and he sought by other means, 
> 
> To lure Los: by tears, by arguments of science & by terrors: 
> 
> Terrors in every Nerve, by spasms & extended pains: 
> 
> While Los answer'd unterrified to the opake blackening Fiend
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And thus the Spectre spoke: Wilt thou still go on to destruction?
> 
> Till thy life is all taken away by this deceitful Friendship?
> 
> He drinks thee up like water! like wine he pours thee 
> 
> Into his tuns: thy Daughters are trodden in his vintage 
> 
> He makes thy Sons the trampling of his bulls, they are plow'd 
> 
> And harrowd for his profit, lo! thy stolen Emanation
> 
> Is his garden of pleasure! all the Spectres of his Sons mock thee 
> 
> Look how they scorn thy once admired palaces! now in ruins 
> 
> Because of Albion! because of deceit and friendship! For Lo!
> 
> Hand has peopled Babel & Nineveh: Hyle, Ashur & Aram: 
> 
> Cobans son is Nimrod: his son Cush is adjoind to Aram, 
> 
> By the Daughter of Babel, in a woven mantle of pestilence & war.
> 
> They put forth their spectrous cloudy sails; which drive their immense 
> 
> Constellations over the deadly deeps of indefinite Udan-Adan 
> 
> Kox is the Father of Shem & Ham & Japheth, he is the Noah 
> 
> Of the Flood of Udan-Adan. Hutn is the Father of the Seven 
> 
> From Enoch to Adam; Schofield is Adam who was New—
> 
> Created in Edom. I saw it indignant, & thou art not moved!
> 
> This has divided thee in sunder: and wilt thou still forgive?
> 
> O! thou seest not what I see! what is done in the Furnaces.
> 
> Listen, I will tell thee what is done in moments to thee unknown:
> 
> Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction and sealed, 
> 
> And Vala fed in cruel delight, the Furnaces with fire: 
> 
> Stern Urizen beheld; urgd by necessity to keep
> 
> The evil day afar, and if perchance with iron power
> 
> He might avert his own despair: in woe & fear he saw 
> 
> Vala incircle round the Furnaces where Luvah was clos'd: 
> 
> With joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah, 
> 
> With whom she liv'd in bliss in times of innocence & youth!
> 
> Vala comes from the Furnace in a cloud, but wretched Luvah 
> 
> Is howling in the Furnaces, in flames among Albions Spectres, 
> 
> To prepare the Spectre of Albion to reign over thee O Los, 
> 
> Forming the Spectres of Albion according to his rage: 
> 
> To prepare the Spectre sons of Adam, who is Scofield: the Ninth 
> 
> Of Albions sons, & the father of all his brethren in the Shadowy 
> 
> Generation. Cambel & Gwendolen wove webs of war & of 
> 
> Religion, to involve all Albions sons, and when they had 
> 
> Involv'd Eight; their webs roll'd outwards into darkness 
> 
> And Scofield the Ninth remaind on the outside of the Eight 
> 
> And Kox, Kotope, & Bowen, One in him, a Fourfold Wonder 
> 
> Involv'd the Eight—Such are the Generations of the Giant Albion, 
> 
> To separate a Law of Sin, to punish thee in thy members.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los answer'd. Altho' I know not this! I know far worse than this: 
> 
> I know that Albion hath divided me, and that thou O my Spectre, 
> 
> Hast just cause to be irritated: but look stedfastly upon me: 
> 
> Comfort thyself in my strength the time will arrive,
> 
> When all Albions injuries shall cease, and when we shall 
> 
> Embrace him tenfold bright, rising from his tomb in immortality.
> 
> They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by 
> 
> Pity: let us therefore take example & warning O my Spectre, 
> 
> O that I could abstain from wrath! O that the Lamb
> 
> Of God would look upon me and pity me in my fury.
> 
> In anguish of regeneration! in terrors of self annihilation: 
> 
> Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder, 
> 
> And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the destruction 
> 
> Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End.
> 
> O holy Generation! [Image] of regeneration!
> 
> O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies!
> 
> Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible!
> 
> The Dead despise & scorn thee, & cast thee out as accursed: 
> 
> Seeing the Lamb of God in thy gardens & thy palaces: 
> 
> Where they desire to place the Abomination of Desolation.
> 
> Hand sits before his furnace: scorn of others & furious pride: 
> 
> Freeze round him to bars of steel & to iron rocks beneath 
> 
> His feet: indignant self-righteousness like whirlwinds of the north:
> 
> Rose up against me thundering from the Brook of Albions River
> 
> From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens & Chelsea 
> 
> The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace 
> 
> Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold 
> 
> Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits coverd them all over 
> 
> With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre 
> 
> I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist 
> 
> I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen!
> 
> Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee.
> 
> I will break thee into shivers! & melt thee in the furnaces of death; 
> 
> I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou 
> 
> Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command!
> 
> I am closd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing 
> 
> And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark
> 
> I will compell thee to assist me in my terrible labours. 
> 
> To beat These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter Death 
> 
> I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albions sake 
> 
> I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment
> 
> Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties 
> 
> Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill
> 
> While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him 
> 
> Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey 
> 
> Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar 
> 
> Across all Europe & Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims.
> 
> He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw & felt from within 
> 
> He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces 
> 
> Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone, 
> 
> Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience.
> 
> While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out: 
> 
> Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power 
> 
> Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder!
> 
> Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me 
> 
> Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albions Spectre 
> 
> For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury 
> 
> If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains 
> 
> Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless 
> 
> Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee.
> 
> Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows 
> 
> Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient 
> 
> Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily 
> 
> In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were 
> 
> Condensd. Hand has absorbd all his Brethren in his might 
> 
> All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand
> 
> Condens'd his Emanations into hard opake substances;
> 
> And his infant thoughts & desires, into cold, dark, cliffs of death.
> 
> His hammer of gold he siezd; and his anvil of adamant.
> 
> He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them: 
> 
> Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow:
> 
> Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun 
> 
> I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd: & the beauty of 
> 
> Eternity, look'd upon as deformity & loveliness as a dry tree: 
> 
> I saw disease forming a Body of Death around the Lamb 
> 
> Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, & to devour the body of Albion 
> 
> By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman: 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Awkwardness arm'd in steel: folly in a helmet of gold: 
> 
> Weakness with horns & talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak!
> 
> Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime:
> 
> And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion: 
> 
> Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment: 
> 
> I saw terrified; I took the sighs & tears, & bitter groans: 
> 
> I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword.
> 
> That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang 
> 
> Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil:
> 
> I heated it in the flames of Hand, & Hyle, & Coban 
> 
> Nine times; Gwendolen & Cambel & Gwineverra
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby, 
> 
> The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, & every precious stone.
> 
> Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard:
> 
> I labour day and night, I behold the soft affections
> 
> Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty
> 
> But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down.
> 
> That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelld to defend 
> 
> A Lie: that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken 
> 
> That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans & tears; 
> 
> Groaning the Spectre heavd the bellows, obeying Los's frowns; 
> 
> Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces 
> 
> Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh Spectre.
> 
> Into the Furnaces & into the valleys of the Anvils of Death 
> 
> And into the mountains of the Anvils & of the heavy Hammers 
> 
> Till he should bring the Sons & Daughters of Jerusalem to be 
> 
> The Sons & Daughters of Los that he might protect them from 
> 
> Albions dread Spectres; storming, loud, thunderous & mighty 
> 
> The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength 
> 
> They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with which
> 
> Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good & Evil 
> 
> From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation
> 
> Not only of the Substance from which it is derived
> 
> A murderer of its own Body: but also a murderer
> 
> Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power
> 
> An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing 
> 
> This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power
> 
> And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza
> 
> Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear 
> 
> The Spectre weeps, but Los unmovd by tears or threats remains
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans 
> 
> I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los, in fury & strength: in indignation & burning wrath 
> 
> Shuddring the Spectre howls. his howlings terrify the night 
> 
> He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair 
> 
> He curses Heaven & Earth, Day & Night & Sun & Moon 
> 
> He curses Forest Spring & River, Desart & sandy Waste 
> 
> Cities & Nations, Families & Peoples, Tongues & Laws 
> 
> Driven to desperation by Los's terrors & threatning fears
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los cries, Obey my voice & never deviate from my will 
> 
> And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all 
> 
> To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children 
> 
> O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach 
> 
> Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt & despair 
> 
> O Shame O strong & mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters 
> 
> If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes 
> 
> To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will.
> 
> The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not ashamd of those thy Sins 
> 
> That thou callest thy Children? lo the Law of God commands 
> 
> That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment 
> 
> For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto, 
> 
> Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence 
> 
> Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon 
> 
> O thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? She is also thine 
> 
> I said: Now is my grief at worst: incapable of being
> 
> Surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more & more 
> 
> It continues accumulating to eternity! the joys of God advance 
> 
> For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compassion 
> 
> He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering: 
> 
> Delighting in cries & tears & clothed in Holiness & solitude 
> 
> But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end 
> 
> O that I could cease to be! Despair! I am Despair
> 
> Created to be the great example of horror & agony: also my 
> 
> Prayer is vain I called for compassion: compassion mockd 
> 
> Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead 
> 
> And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my 
> 
> Consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his Contrary 
> 
> To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing 
> 
> And seeing life, yet living not; how can I then behold 
> 
> And not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorrd
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke the Spectre shuddring, & dark tears ran down his shadowy face 
> 
> Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give! or beam of hope 
> 
> Yet ceasd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge 
> 
> With iron & brass Building Golgonooza in great contendings 
> 
> Till his Sons & Daughters came forth from the Furnaces 
> 
> At the sublime Labours for Los. compelld the invisible Spectre
> 
> To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains, 
> 
> In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah 
> 
> With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore 
> 
> He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art; 
> 
> Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems; 
> 
> That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead,
> 
> He might feel the pain as if a man gnawd his own tender nerves.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah 
> 
> Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems 
> 
> Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin:
> 
> And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely!
> 
> And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together!
> 
> They feard they never more should see their Father, who 
> 
> Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace; 
> 
> Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem?
> 
> To protect the Emanations of Albions mighty ones from cruelty?
> 
> Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears 
> 
> Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold: 
> 
> Ragan is wholly cruel Scofield is bound in iron armour!
> 
> He is like a mandrake in the earth before Reubens gate: 
> 
> He shoots beneath Jerusalems walls to undermine her foundations!
> 
> Vala is but they Shadow, O thou loveliest among women!
> 
> A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful Jerusalem!
> 
> Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?.
> 
> Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose:
> 
> But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm:
> 
> What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem?
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors!
> 
> Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him!
> 
> But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing 
> 
> Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one!
> 
> What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon?
> 
> Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth
> 
> Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons: 
> 
> Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power
> 
> Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever.
> 
> With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow!
> 
> God is within, & without! he is even in the depths of Hell!
> 
> Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces!
> 
> And they appeard within & without incircling on both sides 
> 
> The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem: 
> 
> And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem: the ever mourning shade: 
> 
> On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously!
> 
> Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces.
> 
> And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces 
> 
> For the Spaces reachd fro the starry heighth, to the starry depth; 
> 
> And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying-place 
> 
> Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburns fatal Tree? is that
> 
> Mild Zions hills most ancient promontory; near mournful 
> 
> Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha?
> 
> Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo!
> 
> The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections: 
> 
> Enameld with love & kindness, & the tiles engraven gold 
> 
> Labour of merciful hands: the beams & rafters are forgiveness: 
> 
> The mortar & cement of the work, tears of honesty: the nails, 
> 
> And the screws & iron braces, are well wrought blandishments, 
> 
> And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten, 
> 
> Always comforting the remembrance: the floors, humility, 
> 
> The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving:
> 
> Prepare the furniture O Lambeth in thy pitying looms!
> 
> The curtains, woven tears & sighs, wrought into lovely forms 
> 
> For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber 
> 
> Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride the Lambs Wife loveth thee: 
> 
> Thou art one with her & knowest not of self in thy supreme joy.
> 
> Go on, builders in hope: tho Jerusalem wanders far away, 
> 
> Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold, 
> 
> The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north 
> 
> And toward the south fourfold, & fourfold toward the east & west 
> 
> Each within other toward the four points: that toward 
> 
> Eden, and that toward the World of Generation,
> 
> And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro:
> 
> Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons: 
> 
> But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation: 
> 
> Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments & perfection.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity 
> 
> West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North,
> 
> The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.
> 
> These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity 
> 
> In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.
> 
> And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.
> 
> And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation;
> 
> Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron.
> 
> And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro, 
> 
> Clay bak'd & enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces: 
> 
> Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power.
> 
> And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, & iron:
> 
> And that toward Eden, four, form'd of gold, silver, brass, & iron.
> 
> The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living!
> 
> That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous: 
> 
> That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship 
> 
> That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, brass & iron.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Western Gate fourfold, is closd: having four Cherubim 
> 
> Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!
> 
> Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings 
> 
> That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone; 
> 
> That toward Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals.
> 
> But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their dead
> 
> The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments: 
> 
> Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs 
> 
> Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel.
> 
> That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds
> 
> Of forms of death: and that toward Beulah, stone:
> 
> The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible.
> 
> And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities: 
> 
> And that toward Generation, seven generative forms.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And every part of the City is fourfold; & every inhabitant, fourfold.
> 
> And every pot & vessel & garment & utensil of the houses, 
> 
> And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one 
> 
> Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory & fine linen & ermine.
> 
> And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire, 
> 
> Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace & the golden Looms of Cathedron.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And sixty-four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate: 
> 
> And sixty-four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate: 
> 
> And sixty-four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate: 
> 
> And sixty-four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Around Golgonooza lies the land of death eternal; a Land 
> 
> Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy: 
> 
> In all the Twenty-seven Heavens, numberd from Adam to Luther; 
> 
> From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth.
> 
> The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths center: 
> 
> In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell 
> 
> And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without, 
> 
> And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree; the Lake of Udan Adan; 
> 
> The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly: 
> 
> The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains
> 
> Of burning sand: the rivers, cataract & Lakes of Fire: 
> 
> The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice: Revenge: 
> 
> And black Anxiety; and the Cities of the Salamandrine men: 
> 
> (But whatever is visible to the Generated Man,
> 
> Is a Creation of mercy & love, from the Satanic Void.) 
> 
> The land of darkness flamed but no light, & no repose: 
> 
> The land of snows of trembling, & of iron hail incessant: 
> 
> The land of earthquakes: and the land of woven labyrinths: 
> 
> The land of snares & traps & wheels & pit-falls & dire mills: 
> 
> The Voids, the Solids, & the land of clouds & regions of waters: 
> 
> With their inhabitants: in the Twenty-seven Heavens beneath Beulah: 
> 
> Self-righteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision: 
> 
> A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent!
> 
> Forming the Mundane Shell: above; beneath: on all sides surrounding 
> 
> Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He views the City of Golgonooza, & its smaller Cities: 
> 
> The Looms & Mills & Prisons & Work-houses of Og & Anak: 
> 
> The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian: 
> 
> And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years: 
> 
> Permanent, & not lost not lost nor vanishd, & every little act,
> 
> Word, work, & wish, that has existed, all remaining still 
> 
> In those Churches ever consuming & ever building by the Spectres 
> 
> Of all the inhabitants of Earth wailing to be Created: 
> 
> Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities: 
> 
> But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances 
> 
> For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear,
> 
> One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
> 
> He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent, 
> 
> Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen: 
> 
> Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue: 
> 
> A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart:
> 
> And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue, 
> 
> Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way
> 
> And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing 
> 
> In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females:
> 
> Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely.
> 
> And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion, 
> 
> Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades: 
> 
> Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los:
> 
> His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of death is past.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Such are the Buildings of Los! & such are the Woofs of Enitharmon!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters: 
> 
> Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within,
> 
> Increasing inwards, into length and breadth, and heighth: 
> 
> Starry & glorious: and they every one in their bright loins: 
> 
> Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative world: 
> 
> And every one a gate of rubies & all sorts of precious stones 
> 
> In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative world: 
> 
> And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful,
> 
> In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world 
> 
> And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: & Age: 
> 
> But the gate of the tongue: the western gate in them is clos'd, 
> 
> Having a wall builded against it: and thereby the gates 
> 
> Eastward & Southward & Northward, are incircled with flaming fires.
> 
> And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth & Depth: 
> 
> The East is Inwards: & the West is Outwards every way.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending 
> 
> Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish 
> 
> Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulahs Daughters: 
> 
> In Entuthon Benythons deep Vales beneath Golgonooza.
> 
> And Hand & Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre
> 
> Of strong revenge & Skofeld Vegetated by Reubens Gate
> 
> In every Nation of the Earth till the Twelve Sons of Albion 
> 
> Enrooted into every Nation: a mighty Polypus growing
> 
> From Albion over the whole Earth: such is my awful Vision.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I see the Fourfold Man. The Humanity in deadly sleep 
> 
> And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre & its cruel Shadow.
> 
> I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once 
> 
> Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!
> 
> That I may awake Albion from his long & cold repose.
> 
> For Bacon & Newton sheathd in dismal steel, their terrors hang 
> 
> Like iron scourges over Albion, Reasonings like vast Serpents 
> 
> Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe 
> 
> And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire 
> 
> Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth
> 
> In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works 
> 
> Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic 
> 
> Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden: which 
> 
> Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil 
> 
> Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los 
> 
> Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills 
> 
> That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations
> 
> While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite 
> 
> From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins 
> 
> Reuben in his Twelvefold majesty & beauty shall take refuge 
> 
> As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks 
> 
> But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter 
> 
> And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam 
> 
> When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter 
> 
> And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death 
> 
> Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom
> 
> Hampstead Highgate Finchley Hendon Muswell hill: rage loud 
> 
> Before Bromions iron Tongs & glowing Poker reddening fierce 
> 
> Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation! in the Forests 
> 
> The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech & Ash & Elm enroot 
> 
> Among the Spiritual fires; loud the Corn fields thunder along 
> 
> The Soldiers fife; the Harlots shriek; the Virgins dismal groan 
> 
> The Parents fear: the Brothers jealousy: the Sisters curse 
> 
> Beneath the Storms of Theotormon & the thundring 
> 
> Bellows Heaves in the hand of Palamabron who in Londons darkness 
> 
> Before the Anvil, watches the bellowing flames: thundering 
> 
> The Hammer loud rages in Rintrahs strong grasp swinging loud
> 
> Round from heaven to earth down falling with heavy blow 
> 
> Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain 
> 
> He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge; Londons River 
> 
> Feeds the dread Forge, trembling & shuddering along the Valleys
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Humber & Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace 
> 
> And Tweed & Tyne anxious give up their Souls for Albions sake   
> 
> 
> Lincolnshire Derbyshire Nottinghamshire Leicestershire 
> 
> From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan
> 
> Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires
> 
> With Ladles huge & iron Pokers over the Island white.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces 
> 
> Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England: nursing Mothers 
> 
> Gives to the Children of Albion & to the Children of Jerusalem 
> 
> From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation 
> 
> Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliverd.
> 
> Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Here Los fixd down the Fifty-two Counties of England & Wales 
> 
> The Thirty-six of Scotland, & the Thirty-four of Ireland 
> 
> With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalems Gates 
> 
> Away from the Conflict of Luvah & Urizen, fixing the Gates 
> 
> In the Twelve Counties of Wales & thence Gates looking every way 
> 
> To the Four Points: conduct to England & Scotland & Ireland 
> 
> And thence to all the Kingdoms & Nations & Families of the Earth 
> 
> The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in 
> 
> Cardiganshire: & the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire 
> 
> The Gate of Judah Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan Flintshire 
> 
> The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire: the Gate of Gad Pembrokeshire 
> 
> The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire the Gate of Issachar Brecknokshire 
> 
> The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea & Sodor. so is Wales divided.
> 
> The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin Glamorganshire 
> 
> For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons
> 
> And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates 
> 
> Of Reuben Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon Lincoln, York Lancashire 
> 
> Levi. Middlesex Kent Surrey. Judah Somerset Glouster Wiltshire.
> 
> Dan. Cornwal Devon Dorset, Napthali, Warwick Leicester Worcester 
> 
> Gad. Oxford Bucks Harford. Asher, Sussex Hampshire Berkshire 
> 
> Issachar, Northampton Rutland Nottgham. Zebulun Bedford Huntgn Camb 
> 
> Joseph Stafford Shrops Heref. Benjamin, Derby Cheshire Monmouth 
> 
> And Cumberland Northumberland Westmoreland & Durham are 
> 
> Divided in the Gates of Reuben, Judah Dan & Joseph
> 
> And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates 
> 
> Of Reuben Kincard Haddntn Forfar, Simeon Ayr Argyll Banff
> 
> Levi Edinburh Roxbro Ross. Judah, Abrdeen Berwik Dumfries 
> 
> Dan Bute Caitnes Clakmanan. Napthali Nairn Invernes Linlithgo 
> 
> Gad Peebles Perth Renfru. Asher Sutherlan Sterling Wigtoun 
> 
> Issachar Selkirk Dumbartn Glasgo. Zebulun Orkney Shetland Skye 
> 
> Joseph Elgin Lanerk Kinros. Benjamin Kromarty Murra Kirkubriht 
> 
> Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances 
> 
> In Enitharmons Halls builded by Los & his mighty Children
> 
>   
> 
> 
> All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of 
> 
> Los's Halls & every Age renews its powers from these Works 
> 
> With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or 
> 
> Wayward Love & every sorrow & distress is carved here 
> 
> Every Affinity of Parents Marriages & Friendships are here 
> 
> In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art 
> 
> All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years 
> 
> Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb & Sinai:
> 
> And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet & Calvary:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> His Spectre divides & Los in fury compells it to divide: 
> 
> To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air, 
> 
> To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent 
> 
> Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own: 
> 
> To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces 
> 
> But Los himself against Albions Sons his fury bends, for he 
> 
> Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed 
> 
> In the fires of their beauty & perfection & be Vegetated beneath 
> 
> Their Looms, in a Generation of death & resurrection to forgetfulness 
> 
> They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually 
> 
> Shews them his Spectre: sending him abroad over the four points of heaven 
> 
> In the fierce desires of beauty & in the tortures of repulse! 
> 
> He is The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead.
> 
> Shuddring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold chastity: 
> 
> Subdued by the Spectre of the Living & terrified by undisguisd desire.
> 
> For Los said: Tho my Spectre is divided: as I am a Living Man 
> 
> I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not 
> 
> Be lost: & lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me!
> 
> Piteous image of my soft desires & loves: O Enitharmon!
> 
> I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy Children.
> 
> No one bruises or starves himself to make himself fit for labour!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Tormented with sweet desire for these beauties of Albion 
> 
> They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy 
> 
> Enitharmon: Vala would never have sought & loved Albion 
> 
> If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false 
> 
> And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:
> 
> Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah: 
> 
> And cruel forms, unlike the merciful forms of Beulahs Night
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken & die 
> 
> Calling that Holy Love: which is Envy Revenge & Cruelty 
> 
> Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from Man 
> 
> And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself.
> 
> Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist: 
> 
> But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions & Objections & Unbeliefs 
> 
> Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever & ever: 
> 
> If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer 
> 
> Reasoning & Derogation from Me, an Objecting & cruel Spite 
> 
> And Malice & Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become 
> 
> My Contrary: O thou Negation, I will continually compell 
> 
> Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, & when 
> 
> And where & how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be Organized 
> 
> But as a distorted & reversed Reflexion in the Darkness 
> 
> And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above
> 
> Ever descend into thee: but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever 
> 
> And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire 
> 
> And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by 
> 
> Those that thou tormentest, a Hell & Despair for ever & ever.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los in secret with himself communed & Enitharmon heard 
> 
> In her darkness & was comforted: yet still she divided away 
> 
> In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night; 
> 
> First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom 
> 
> Suspended over her he hung: he infolded her in his garments 
> 
> Of wool: he hid her from the Spectre, in shame & confusion of 
> 
> Face; in terrors & pains of Hell & Eternal Death, the 
> 
> Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living & Los howld over it: 
> 
> Feeding it with his groans & tears day & night without ceasing: 
> 
> And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations, 
> 
> And in grinding agonies in threats! stiflings! & direful strugglings.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Go thou to Skofield: ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury 
> 
> Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words 
> 
> Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time 
> 
> I please: tell Hand & Skofield they are my ministers of evil 
> 
> To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!
> 
> From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty,
> 
> There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread 
> 
> Within Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One: 
> 
> An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, & thirst & sorrow.
> 
> Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly,
> 
> Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones 
> 
> (For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls) 
> 
> Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another 
> 
> Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead 
> 
> To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions!
> 
> The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness 
> 
> Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more!
> 
> Nor sons! nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies 
> 
> With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table, 
> 
> Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights 
> 
> Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb, 
> 
> And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family.
> 
> Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree.
> 
> In self-denial!—But War and deadly contention, 
> 
> Between Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities 
> 
> Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden 
> 
> The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds 
> 
> And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth 
> 
> And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain 
> 
> And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect, 
> 
> May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb
> 
> And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. 
> 
> To build Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother.
> 
> She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister 
> 
> Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House, 
> 
> With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field.
> 
> Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged 
> 
> Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul 
> 
> To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions 
> 
> Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of Sinners, 
> 
> Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications.
> 
> Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons.
> 
> Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness, 
> 
> And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries 
> 
> In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd.
> 
> Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep.
> 
> Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albions Loins 
> 
> Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night, 
> 
> Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears:
> 
> His Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him 
> 
> His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches
> 
> His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp 
> 
> Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire.
> 
> His milk of Cows, & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest, 
> 
> Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain: 
> 
> Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain:
> 
> His giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:
> 
> Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes: 
> 
> The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison: 
> 
> The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
> 
> The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless infants!
> 
> And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning, 
> 
> In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down, 
> 
> Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within, 
> 
> His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons, 
> 
> Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton, 
> 
> Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!
> 
> Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd: 
> 
> Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath
> 
> The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none: 
> 
> Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize 
> 
> The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.
> 
> Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abhorrence 
> 
> Suspition & revenge, & the seven diseases of the Soul 
> 
> Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud 
> 
> Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for 
> 
> Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;
> 
> Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards 
> 
> On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd 
> 
> Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory: 
> 
> And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
> 
> Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all 
> 
> Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning 
> 
> Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose Clouded with storms: 
> 
> Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the Moon 
> 
> And Albion flee inward among the currents of his rivers.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd 
> 
> In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala
> 
> The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales, 
> 
> In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created 
> 
> With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon, 
> 
> Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem
> 
> Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,
> 
> Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.
> 
> But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale: 
> 
> Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.
> 
> Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears: 
> 
> Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life 
> 
> And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence: 
> 
> Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil: 
> 
> Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds: 
> 
> Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb: 
> 
> Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls: 
> 
> Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast, 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes 
> 
> The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.
> 
> The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.
> 
> They view their former life: they number moments over and over; 
> 
> Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
> 
> Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!
> 
> Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.
> 
> O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest
> 
> At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little 
> 
> Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin 
> 
> Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned 
> 
> Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon 
> 
> Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab 
> 
> I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain 
> 
> When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine; 
> 
> Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands 
> 
> Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty 
> 
> Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.
> 
> The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion, 
> 
> Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!
> 
> Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!
> 
> Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love: 
> 
> I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.
> 
> The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:
> 
> He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.
> 
> Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!
> 
> Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd
> 
> O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans
> 
> You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:
> 
> The disease of Shame covers me from head to feet: 
> 
> I have no hope Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin.
> 
> Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me 
> 
> Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!
> 
> First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations 
> 
> My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled 
> 
> The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated 
> 
> The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease 
> 
> All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste
> 
> Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!
> 
> That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle, 
> 
> And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes 
> 
> Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil 
> 
> Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence 
> 
> And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.
> 
> Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom:
> 
> I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold
> 
> Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear: 
> 
> Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed 
> 
> Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:
> 
> In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna 
> 
> Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide!
> 
> Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller: 
> 
> I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most, 
> 
> Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite 
> 
> Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees 
> 
> In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes 
> 
> He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face: 
> 
> Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens 
> 
> Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen!
> 
> Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge!
> 
> Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty 
> 
> Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief 
> 
> Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despair 
> 
> Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices 
> 
> I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds 
> 
> From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth: 
> 
> I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads 
> 
> Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide
> 
> I see them die beneth the whips of the Captains! they are taken 
> 
> In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe 
> 
> Six months they lie embalmd in Silent death: warshipped 
> 
> Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring 
> 
> Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before 
> 
> The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries 
> 
> Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law 
> 
> Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion
> 
> Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me 
> 
> Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates piercing my hands & feet: 
> 
> Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came, 
> 
> With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark, 
> 
> Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here
> 
> The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris[h]d me in my childhood 
> 
> My morn & evening food were prepard in Battles of Men 
> 
> Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley 
> 
> Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision.
> 
> All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love 
> 
> And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty 
> 
> Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now 
> 
> Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes 
> 
> I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved
> 
> And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return.
> 
> Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon
> 
> I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty 
> 
> I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more
> 
> Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion
> 
> Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul
> 
> Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry?
> 
> The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy
> 
> Horrible hast & deadly! nought shalt thou find in it 
> 
> But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem & spoke
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be 
> 
> Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem 
> 
> Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found 
> 
> But come O Vala with knife & cup: drain my blood
> 
> To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle
> 
> For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre 
> 
> As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon & spoke
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War 
> 
> When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim
> 
> Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain & replied
> 
> Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!
> 
> Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albions curse!
> 
> I came here with intention to annihilate thee! But
> 
> My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil
> 
> Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee 
> 
> Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more 
> 
> Perfect, and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jerusalem reply'd, like a voice heard from a sepulcher: 
> 
> Father! once piteous! Is Pity. a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom 
> 
> In an Eternal Death for. Albions sake, our best beloved.
> 
> Thou art my Father & my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me, 
> 
> Remote from the divine Vision: my Lord and Saviour.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair: 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!
> 
> Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more: 
> 
> I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I answer?
> 
> I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children!
> 
> Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards; he bore the Veil whole away 
> 
> His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning.
> 
> He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws, 
> 
> And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the Dead.
> 
> He stood between the Palm tree & the Oak of weeping 
> 
> Which stand upon the edge of Beulah; and there Albion sunk 
> 
> Down in sick pallid languor! These were his last words, relapsing!
> 
> Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire & Wales 
> 
> And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void 
> 
> Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul 
> 
> But thou deluding Image by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent 
> 
> Lo here is Valas Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror & a Curse!
> 
> And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom 
> 
> My children wander trembling victims of his Moral Justice.
> 
> His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold 
> 
> My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught 
> 
> But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!
> 
> May God who dwells in this dark Ulro & voidness, vengeance take, 
> 
> And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture,
> 
> Like me thy Victim. O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> What have I said? What have I done? O all-powerful Human Words!
> 
> You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children.
> 
> Two bleeding Contraries equally true, are his Witnesses against me 
> 
> We reared mighty Stones: we danced naked around them: 
> 
> Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalems shame: 
> 
> Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven! Sudden 
> 
> Shame siezd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence: the Blue 
> 
> Of our immortal Veins & all their Hosts fled from our Limbs, 
> 
> And wanderd distant in a dismal Night clouded & dark: 
> 
> The Sun fled from the Britons forehead: the Moon from his mighty loins: 
> 
> Scandinavia fled with all his mountains filld with groans.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O what is Life & what is Man. O what is Death? 
> 
> Wherefore Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go 
> 
> Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction 
> 
> To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath & Love, a weary 
> 
> Life, in brooding cares & anxious labours, that prove but chaff.
> 
> O Jerusalem Jerusalem I have forsaken thy Courts
> 
> Thy Pillars of ivory & gold: thy Curtains of silk & fine 
> 
> Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl 
> 
> And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving thy Windows of Praise: 
> 
> Thy Clouds of Blessing; thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy 
> 
> Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion 
> 
> O Human Imagination O Divine Body I have Crucified
> 
> I have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law: 
> 
> There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human desolation.
> 
> O Babylon thy Watchman stands over thee in the night
> 
> Thy severe Judge all the day long proves thee 
> 
> O Babylon With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire.
> 
> But Albion is cast forth to the Potter his Children to the Builders 
> 
> To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem 
> 
> The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans 
> 
> Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families.
> 
> Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with Death 
> 
> Her Palaces with Hell & the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments 
> 
> Of ever-hardening Despair squard & polishd with cruel skill
> 
> Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills 
> 
> When Jerusalem was thy hearts desire in times of youth & love.
> 
> Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts, she sent them away 
> 
> With blessings on their hands & on their feet, blessings of gold, 
> 
> And pearl & diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts: 
> 
> They came up to Jerusalem; they walked before Albion
> 
> In the Exchanges of London every Nation walkd
> 
> And London walkd in every Nation mutual in love & harmony 
> 
> Albion coverd the whole Earth, England encompassd the Nations, 
> 
> Mutual each within others bosom in Visions of Regeneration; 
> 
> Jerusalem coverd the Atlantic Mountains & the Erythrean, 
> 
> From bright Japan & China to Hesperia France & England.
> 
> Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven: 
> 
> And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth: 
> 
> The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more 
> 
> No more shall I behold him, he is closd in Luvahs Sepulcher.
> 
> Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa?
> 
> If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God
> 
> Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children 
> 
> I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration 
> 
> Till you have assum'd the Providence of God & slain your Father 
> 
> Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvahs Sepulcher 
> 
> Dost thou forgive me! thou who wast Dead & art Alive?
> 
> Look not so Merciful upon me O thou Slain Lamb of God 
> 
> I die! I die in thy arms tho Hope is banishd from me.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by 
> 
> Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night; loud roll the indignant Atlantic 
> 
> Waves & the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps
> 
> And there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions 
> 
> Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: & they said:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?
> 
> Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples 
> 
> Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed: 
> 
> As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him 
> 
> Done to the Divine Lord & Saviour, who suffers with those that suffer: 
> 
> For not one sparrow can suffer, & the whole Universe not suffer also, 
> 
> In all its Regions, & its Father & Saviour not pity and weep.
> 
> But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace & Repentance in the bosom 
> 
> Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain: 
> 
> Descend O Lamb of God & take away the imputation of Sin 
> 
> By the Creation of States & the deliverance of Individuals Evermore Amen
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion 
> 
> But many doubted & despaird & imputed Sin & Righteousness 
> 
> To Individuals & not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.
> 
> SUCH VISIONS HAVE APPEARD TO ME
> 
> AS I MY ORDERD RACE HAVE RUN
> 
> JERUSALEM IS NAMED LIBERTY
> 
> AMONG THE SONS OF ALBION

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### To the Jews.

Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion! Can it be? Is it a Truth that the Learned have explored? Was Britain the Primitive Seat of the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true: my title-page is also True, that Jerusalem was & is the Emanation of the Giant Albion. It is True, and cannot be controverted. Ye are united O ye Inhabitants of Earth in One Religion. The Religion of Jesus: the most Ancient, the Eternal: & the Everlasting Gospel—The Wicked will turn it to Wickedness, the Righteous to Righteousness. Amen! Huzza! Selah!

"All things Begin & End in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore."

Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem, and Noah, who were Druids: as the Druid Temples (which are the Patriarchal Pillars & Oak Groves) over the whole Earth witness to this day.

You have a tradition, that Man anciently containd in his mighty limbs all things in Heaven & Earth: this you recieved from the Druids.

"But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion"

Albion was the Parent of the Druids; & in his Chaotic State of Sleep Satan & Adam & the whole World was Created by the Elohim.

> The fields from Islington to Marybone,
> 
> To Primrose Hill and Saint Johns Wood:
> 
> Were builded over with pillars of gold,
> 
> And there Jerusalems pillars stood.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Her Little-ones ran on the fields  
> 
> 
> The Lamb of God among them seen
> 
> And fair Jerusalem his Bride:
> 
> Among the little meadows green.
> 
> Pancrass & Kentish-town repose
> 
> Among her golden pillars high:
> 
> Among her golden arches which
> 
> Shine upon the starry sky.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Jews-harp-house & the Green Man;
> 
> The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight:
> 
> The fields of Cows by Willans farm:
> 
> Shine in Jerusalems pleasant sight.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> She walks upon our meadows green:
> 
> The Lamb of God walks by her side:
> 
> And every English Child is seen,
> 
> Children of Jesus & his Bride,
> 
> Forgiving trespasses and sins
> 
> Lest Babylon with cruel Og,
> 
> With Moral & Self-righteous Law
> 
> Should Crucify in Satans Synagogue!
> 
> What are those golden Builders doing
> 
> Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington
> 
> Standing above that mighty Ruin
> 
> Where Satan the first victory won.
> 
> Where Albion slept beneath the Fatal Tree
> 
> And the Druids golden Knife,
> 
> Rioted in human gore,
> 
> In Offerings of Human Life
> 
> They groan'd aloud on London Stone
> 
> They groand aloud on Tyburns Brook
> 
> Albion gave his deadly groan,
> 
> And all the Atlantic Mountains shook
> 
> Albions Spectre from his Loins
> 
> Tore forth in all the pomp of War!
> 
> Satan his name: in flames of fire
> 
> He stretch'd his Druid Pillars far.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's Vale,
> 
> Down thro Poplar & Old Bow;
> 
> Thro Malden & acros the Sea,
> 
> In War & howling death & woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Rhine was red with human blood:
> 
> The Danube rolld a purple tide:
> 
> On the Euphrates Satan stood:
> 
> And over Asia stretch'd his pride.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He witherd up sweet Zions Hill,
> 
> From every Nation of the Earth:
> 
> He witherd up Jerusalems Gates,
> 
> And in a dark Land gave her birth.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He witherd up the Human Form,
> 
> By laws of sacrifice for sin:
> 
> Till it became a Mortal Worm:
> 
> But O! translucent all within.
> 
> The Divine Vision still was seen
> 
> Still was the Human Form, Divine
> 
> Weeping in weak & mortal clay
> 
> O Jesus still the Form was thine.
> 
> And thine the Human Face & thine
> 
> The Human Hands & Feet & Breath
> 
> Entering thro' the Gates of Birth
> 
> And passing thro' the Gates of Death
> 
> And O thou Lamb of God, whom I
> 
> Slew in my dark self-righteous pride:
> 
> Art thou return'd to Albions Land!
> 
> And is Jerusalem thy Bride?
> 
> Come to my arms & never more
> 
> Depart; but dwell for ever here:
> 
> Create my Spirit to thy Love:
> 
> Subdue my Spectre to thy Fear,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend!
> 
> In clouds of blood & ruin roll'd:
> 
> I here reclaim thee as my own
> 
> My Selfhood! Satan! armd in gold.
> 
> Is this thy soft Family-Love
> 
> Thy cruel Patriarchal pride
> 
> Planting thy Family alone
> 
> Destroying all the World beside.
> 
> A mans worst enemies are those
> 
> Of his own house & family;
> 
> And he who makes his law a curse,
> 
> By his own law shall surely die.
> 
> In my Exchanges every Land
> 
> Shall walk, & mine in every Land,
> 
> Mutual shall build Jerusalem:
> 
> Both heart in heart & hand in hand.

If Humility is Christianity; you O Jews are the true Christians; If your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs, all Animals, is True & they were separated from him by cruel Sacrifices: and when compulsory cruel Sacrifices had brought Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the loins of Abraham & David: the Lamb of God, the Saviour became apparent on Earth as the Prophets had foretold? The Return of Israel is a Return to Mental Sacrifice & War. Take up the Cross O Israel & follow Jesus.

#### Chap: 2

> Every ornament of perfection, and every labour of love, 
> 
> In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountains 
> 
> Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy: 
> 
> And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge.
> 
> And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said
> 
> All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours 
> 
> Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships 
> 
> Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and all 
> 
> These hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin 
> 
> I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast!
> 
> A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth:
> 
> That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Cold snows drifted around him: ice coverd his loins around 
> 
> He sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up!
> 
> A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law
> 
> Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand) 
> 
> They bent don, they felt the earth and again enrooting 
> 
> Shot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies 
> 
> For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars,
> 
> Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters Furnace
> 
> He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions Sons
> 
> Must have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors 
> 
> But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A Strong 
> 
> Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy,
> 
> In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then the Divine Vision like a silent Sun appeard above 
> 
> Albions dark rocks: setting behind the Gardens of Kensington 
> 
> On Tyburns River, in clouds of blood: where was mild Zion Hills 
> 
> Most ancient promontory, and in the Sun, a Human Form appeard 
> 
> And thus the Voice Divine went forth upon the rocks of Albion
> 
> I elected Albion for my glory; I gave to him the Nations, 
> 
> Of the whole Earth. he was the Angel of my Presence: and all 
> 
> The Sons of God were Albions Sons: and Jerusalem was my joy.  
> 
> 
> The Reactor hath hid himself thro envy. I behold him.
> 
> But you cannot behold him till he be reveald in his System 
> 
> Albions Reactor must have a Place prepard: Albion must Sleep 
> 
> The Sleep of Death, till the Man of Sin & Repentance be reveald.
> 
> Hidden in Albions Forests he lurks: he admits of no Reply 
> 
> From Albion: but hath founded his Reaction into a Law 
> 
> Of Action, for Obedience to destroy the Contraries of Man 
> 
> He hath compelld Albion to become a Punisher & hath possessd 
> 
> Himself of Albions Forests & Wilds! and Jerusalem is taken!
> 
> The City of the Woods in the Forest of Ephratah is taken!
> 
> London is a stone of her ruins; Oxford is the dust of her walls!
> 
> Sussex & Kent are her scatterd garments: Ireland her holy place!
> 
> And the murderd bodies of her little ones are Scotland and Wales 
> 
> The Cities of the Nations are the smoke of her consummation 
> 
> The Nations are her dust! ground by the chariot wheels 
> 
> Of her lordly conquerors, her palaces levelld with the dust 
> 
> I come that I may find a way for my banished ones to return 
> 
> Fear not O little Flock I come! Albion shall rise again.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So saying, the mild Sun inclosd the Human Family.
> 
> Forthwith from Albions darkning [r]ocks came two Immortal forms Saying 
> 
> We alone are escaped. O merciful Lord and Saviour, 
> 
> We flee from the interiors of Albions hills and mountains!
> 
> From his Valleys Eastward: from Amalek Canaan & Moab: 
> 
> Beneath his vast ranges of hills surrounding Jerusalem.
> 
> Albion walkd on the steps of fire before his Halls
> 
> And Vala walkd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber.
> 
> He looked up & saw the Prince of Light with splendor faded 
> 
> Then Albion ascended mourning into the porches of his Palace 
> 
> Above him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect:
> 
> Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy: in white linen pure he hoverd
> 
> A sweet entrancing self-delusion a watry vision of Albion 
> 
> Soft exulting in existence; all the Man absorbing!
> 
> Albion fell upon his face prostrate before the watry Shadow 
> 
> Saying O Lord whence is this change! thou knowest I am nothing!
> 
> And Vala trembled & coverd her face! & her locks were spread on the pavement
> 
>   
> 
> 
> We heard astonishd at the Vision & our heart trembled within us: 
> 
> We heard the voice of slumberous Albion, and thus he spake, 
> 
> Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of eternity uttering:
> 
> O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee!
> 
> If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into Hades 
> 
> If thou dost lay thine hand upon me behold I am silent: 
> 
> If thou withhold thine hand; I perish like a fallen leaf: 
> 
> O I am nothing: and to nothing must return again:
> 
> If thou withdraw thy breath. Behold I am oblivion.  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> He ceasd: the shadowy voice was silent: but the cloud hoverd over their heads 
> 
> In golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man; & the balmy drops fell down.
> 
> And lo! that son of Man that Shadowy Spirit of mild Albion: 
> 
> Luvah descended from the cloud; in terror Albion rose: 
> 
> Indignant rose the awful Man, & turnd his back on Vala.
> 
> We heard the voice of Albion starting from his sleep:
> 
> Whence is this voice crying Enion! that soundeth in my ears?
> 
> O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can love seek for dominion?
> 
> And Luvah strove to gain dominion over Albion
> 
> They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclosd 
> 
> And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement, 
> 
> Coverd with boils from head to foot: the terrible smitings of Luvah.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then frownd the fallen Man, and put forth Luvah from his presence 
> 
> Saying. Go and Die the Death of Man, for Vala the sweet wanderer.
> 
> I will turn the volutions of your ears outward, and bend your nostrils 
> 
> Downward, and your fluxile eyes englob'd roll round in fear: 
> 
> Your withring lips and tongue shrink up into a narrow circle, 
> 
> Till into narrow forms you creep: go take your fiery way: 
> 
> And learn what tis to absorb the Man you Spirits of Pity & Love.  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They heard the voice and fled swift as the winters setting sun.
> 
> And now the human blood foamd high, the Spirits Luvah & Vala, 
> 
> Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded, 
> 
> In jealous fears & fury & rage, & flames roll round their fervid feet: 
> 
> And the vast form of Nature like a serpent playd before them 
> 
> And as they fled in folding fires & thunders of the deep:
> 
> Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks.
> 
> And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east and west.
> 
> And the vast form of Nature like a serpent rolld between, 
> 
> Whether of Jerusalems or Valas ruins congenerated, we know not: 
> 
> All is confusion: all is tumult, & we alone are escaped.
> 
> So spoke the fugitives; they joind the Divine Family, trembling
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Two that escaped; were the Emanation of Los & his 
> 
> Spectre: for whereever the Emanation goes, the Spectre 
> 
> Attends her as her Guard, & Los's Emanation is named 
> 
> Enitharmon, & his Spectre is named Urthona: they knew 
> 
> Not where to flee: they had been on a visit to Albions Children 
> 
> And they strove to weave a Shadow of the Emanation
> 
> To hide themselves: weeping & lamenting for the Vegetation 
> 
> Of Albions Children; fleeing thro Albions vales in streams of gore
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Being not irritated by insult bearing insulting benevolences 
> 
> They percieved that corporeal friends are spiritual enemies 
> 
> They saw the Sexual Religion in its embryon Uncircumcision 
> 
> And the Divine hand was upon them bearing them thro darkness 
> 
> Back safe to their Humanity as doves to their windows: 
> 
> Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in Songs 
> 
> Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They wept & trembled: & Los put forth his hand & took them in 
> 
> Into his Bosom: from which Albion shrunk in dismal pain; 
> 
> Rending the fibres of Brotherhood & in Feminine Allegories 
> 
> Inclosing Los: but the Divine Vision appeard with Los 
> 
> Following Albion into his Central Void among his Oaks.
> 
> And Los prayed and said. O Divine Saviour arise
> 
> Upon the Mountains of Albion as in ancient time. Behold!
> 
> The Cities of Albion seek thy face, London groans in pain 
> 
> From Hill to Hill & the Thames laments along the Valleys 
> 
> The little Villages of Middlesex & Surrey hunger & thirst 
> 
> The Twenty-eight Cities of Albion stretch their hands to thee: 
> 
> Because of the Opressors of Albion in every City & Village: 
> 
> They mock at the Labourers limbs! they mock at his starvd Children.
> 
> They buy his Daughters that they may have power to sell his Sons: 
> 
> They compell the Poor to live upon a crust of bread by soft mild arts: 
> 
> They reduce the Man to want: then give with pomp & ceremony.
> 
> The praise of Jehovah is chaunted from lips of hunger & thirst!
> 
> Humanity knows not of Sex: wherefore are Sexes in Beulah?
> 
> In Beulah the Female lets down her beautiful Tabernacle; 
> 
> Which the Male enters magnificent between her Cherubim: 
> 
> And becomes One with her mingling condensing in Self-love 
> 
> The Rocky Law of Condemnation & double Generation, & Death.
> 
> Albion hath enterd the Loins the place of the Last Judgment: 
> 
> And Luvah hath drawn the Curtains around Albion in Vala's bosom 
> 
> The Dead awake to Generation! Arise O Lord, & rend the Veil!
> 
> So Los in lamentations followd Albion, Albion coverd,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> His western heaven with rocky clouds of death & despair.
> 
> Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine Vision 
> 
> Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions 
> 
> Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves 
> 
> Of despair & death, to search the tempters out, walking among 
> 
> Albions rocks & precipices! caves of solitude & dark despair, 
> 
> And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded & murderd 
> 
> But saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute particulars 
> 
> Of which they had possessd themselves; and there they take up 
> 
> The articulations of a mans soul, and laughing throw it down 
> 
> Into the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, & souls are bak'd 
> 
> In bricks to build the pyramids of Heber & Terah. But Los 
> 
> Searchd in vain: closd from the minutia he walkd, difficult.
> 
> He came down from Highgate thro Hackney & Holloway towards London 
> 
> Till he came to old Stratford & thence to Stepney & the Isle 
> 
> Of Leuthas Dogs, thence thro the narrows of the Rivers side 
> 
> And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down 
> 
> The kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorrd.
> 
> Every Universal Form, was become barren mountains of Moral 
> 
> Virtue: and every Minute Particular hardend into grains of sand: 
> 
> And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth & mire, 
> 
> Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricate 
> 
> To where the Tower of London frownd dreadful over Jerusalem: 
> 
> A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalems eastern gate to be 
> 
> His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was builded 
> 
> Dens of despair in the house of bread: enquiring in vain 
> 
> Of stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none: 
> 
> And thus he spoke, looking on Albions City with many tears
> 
> What shall I do! what could I do, if I could find these Criminals 
> 
> I could not dare to take vengeance; for all things are so constructed 
> 
> And builded by the Divine hand, that the sinner shall always escape, 
> 
> And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence; 
> 
> If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sand
> 
> In way of vengeance; I punish the already punishd: 
> 
> O whom Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray!
> 
> O Albion, if thou takest vengeance; if thou revengest thy wrongs 
> 
> Thou art for ever lost! What can I do to hinder the Sons 
> 
> Of Albion from taking vengeance? or how shall I them perswade.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke Los, travelling thro darkness & horrid solitude: 
> 
> And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone, 
> 
> Among the ruins of the Temple: and Vala who is her Shadow, 
> 
> Jerusalems Shadow bent northward over the Island white.
> 
> At length he sat on London Stone, & heard Jerusalems voice.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion I cannot be thy Wife. thine own Minute Particulars, 
> 
> Belong to God alone. and all thy little ones are holy 
> 
> They are of Faith & not of Demonstration: wherefore is Vala 
> 
> Clothd in black mourning upon my rivers currents, Vala awake!
> 
> I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbs 
> 
> I feel the iron threads of love & jealousy & despair.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to Albion 
> 
> And now recieves reproach & hate. Was it not said of old 
> 
> Set your Son before a man & he shall take you & your sons 
> 
> For slaves: but set your Daughter before a man & She 
> 
> Shall make him & his sons & daughters your slaves for ever!
> 
> And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion, & Luvah 
> 
> Is great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern heaven 
> 
> Urizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah: 
> 
> And thou O harlot daughter! daughter of despair art all 
> 
> This cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates.
> 
> Here is the House of Albion, & here is thy secluded place 
> 
> And here we have found thy sins: & hence we turn thee forth, 
> 
> For all to avoid thee: to be astonishd at thee for thy sins: 
> 
> Because thou art the impurity & the harlot: & thy children!
> 
> Children of whoredoms: born for Sacrifice: for the meat & drink 
> 
> Offering: to sustain the glorious combat & the battle & war 
> 
> That Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.
> 
> So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River: 
> 
> And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the hills 
> 
> Of Surrey across Middlesex & across Albions House   
> 
> 
> Of Eternity! pale stood Albion at his eastern gate,
> 
> Leaning against the pillars, & his disease rose from his skirts   
> 
> 
> Upon the Precipice he stood! ready to fall into Non-Entity.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los was all astonishment & terror: he trembled sitting on the Stone 
> 
> Of London: but the interiors of Albions fibres & nerves were hidden 
> 
> From Los; astonishd be beheld only the petrified surfaces: 
> 
> And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the Furnaces; 
> 
> He saw also the Four Points of Albion reversd inwards 
> 
> He siezd his Hammer & Tongs, his iron Poker & his Bellows, 
> 
> Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In stern defiance came from Albions bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban, 
> 
> Gwantok, Peachy, Brertun, Slaid, Huttn, Skofeld, Kock, Kotope
> 
> Bowen: Albions Sons: they bore him a golden couch into the porch 
> 
> And on the Couch reposd his limbs, trembling from the bloody field.
> 
> Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs.
> 
> (All things begin & end, in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Turning his back to the Divine Vision, his Spectrous  
> 
> 
> Chaos before his face appeard: an Unformed Memory.
> 
> Then spoke the Spectrous Chaos to Albion darkning cold 
> 
> From the back & loins where dwell the Spectrous Dead
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I am your Rational Power O Albion & that Human Form 
> 
> You call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches long
> 
> That creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sun 
> 
> In fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated & lost 
> 
> It plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the 
> 
> Hills Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brook 
> 
> Stops it in midst of its pride among its hills & rivers 
> 
> Battersea & Chelsea mourn, London & Canterbury tremble 
> 
> Their place shall not be found as the wind passes over 
> 
> The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller 
> 
> And shall Albions Cities remain when I pass over them 
> 
> With my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke the Spectre to Albion. he is the Great Selfhood 
> 
> Satan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth 
> 
> Having a white Dot calld a Center from which branches out 
> 
> A Circle in continual gyrations. this became a Heart
> 
> From which sprang numerous branches varying their motions 
> 
> Producing many Heads three or seven or ten, & hands & feet 
> 
> Innumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplator
> 
> Who becomes his food such is the way of the Devouring Power
> 
> And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos 
> 
> Albions Emanation which he had hidden in Jealousy
> 
> Appeard now in the frowning Chaos prolific upon the Chaos 
> 
> Reflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning Hermaphroditic
> 
> Albion spoke. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp 
> 
> Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripeness 
> 
> I never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstracted 
> 
> Nor darkness immingled with light on my furrowd field 
> 
> Whence camest thou! who art thou O loveliest? the Divine Vision 
> 
> Is as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Vala replied in clouds of tears Albions garment embracing
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I was a City & a Temple built by Albions Children.
> 
> I was a Garden planted with beauty I allured on hill & valley 
> 
> The River of Life to flow against my walls & among my trees 
> 
> Vala was Albions Bride & Wife in great Eternity
> 
> The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity when in day-break
> 
> I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of Jerusalem
> 
> And in her Courts among her little Children offering up 
> 
> The Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem!
> 
> Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus 
> 
> Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yet
> 
> Immingled God & Man, when thou & I, hid the Divine Vision 
> 
> In cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round about 
> 
> Know me now Albion: look upon me I alone am Beauty
> 
> The Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala 
> 
> I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret Cave 
> 
> Born of the Woman to obey the Woman O Albion the mighty 
> 
> For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Elevate into the Region of Brotherhood with my red fires  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Art thou Vala? replied Albion, image of my repose
> 
> O how I tremble! how my members pour down milky fear!
> 
> A dewy garment covers me all over, all manhood is gone!
> 
> At thy word & at thy look death enrobes me about
> 
> From head to feet, a garment of death & eternal fear 
> 
> Is not that Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering Veil?
> 
> Are not the Stars of heaven thy Children! art thou not Babylon?
> 
> Art thou Nature Mother of all! is Jerusalem thy Daughter 
> 
> Why have thou elevate inward: O dweller of outward chambers 
> 
> From grot & cave beneath the Moon dim region of death 
> 
> Where I laid my Plow in the hot noon, where my hot team fed 
> 
> Where implements of War are forged, the Plow to go over the Nations 
> 
> In pain girding me round like a rib of iron in heaven! O Vala 
> 
> In Eternity they neither marry nor are given in marriage 
> 
> Albion the high Cliff of the Atlantic is become a barren Land
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los stood at his Anvil: he heard the contentions of Vala—
> 
> He heavd his thundring Bellows upon the valleys of Middlesex 
> 
> He opend his Furnaces before Vala, then Albion frownd in anger 
> 
> On his Rock: ere yet the Starry Heavens were fled away 
> 
> From his awful Members, and thus Los cried aloud
> 
> To the Sons of Albion & to Hand the eldest Son of Albion
> 
> I hear the screech of Childbirth loud pealing, & the groans 
> 
> Of Death, in Albions clouds dreadful utterd over all the Earth 
> 
> What may Man be? who can tell! but what may Woman be?
> 
> To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
> 
> There is a Throne in every Man, it is the Throne of God 
> 
> This Woman has claimd as her own & Man is no more!
> 
> Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala & her Temple
> 
> And not the Tabernacle & Temple of the Most High
> 
> O Albion why wilt thou Create a Female Will?
> 
> To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert, even 
> 
> In the shadows of a Woman & a secluded Holy Place 
> 
> That we may pry after him as after a stolen treasure
> 
> Hidden among the Dead & mured up from the paths of life 
> 
> Hand! art thou not Reuben enrooting thyself into Bashan 
> 
> Till thou remainest a vaporous Shadow in a Void! O Merlin!
> 
> Unknown among the Dead where never before Existence came 
> 
> Is this the Female Will O ye lovely Daughters of Albion. To 
> 
> Converse concerning Weight & Distance in the Wilds of Newton & Locke
> 
> So Los spoke standing on Mam-Tor looking over Europe & Asia 
> 
> The Graves thunder beneath his feet from Ireland to Japan
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Reuben slept in Bashan like one dead in the valley
> 
> Cut off from Albions mountains & from all the Earths summits 
> 
> Between Succoth & Zaretan beside the Stone of Bohan 
> 
> While the Daughters of Albion divided Luvah into three Bodies 
> 
> Los bended his Nostrils down to the Earth, then sent him over 
> 
> Jordan to the Land of the Hittite: every-one that saw him 
> 
> Fled! they fled at his horrible Form: they hid in caves 
> 
> And dens, they looked on one-another & became what they beheld
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Reuben return'd to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone.
> 
> Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portions 
> 
> Los rolled, his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent him 
> 
> Over Jordan; all terrified fled: they became what they beheld.
> 
> If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary: 
> 
> If the Perceptive Organs close: their Objects seem to close also: 
> 
> Consider this O mortal Man! O worm of sixty winters said Los 
> 
> Consider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam, 
> 
> In Albions bosom: for in every Human bosom those Limits stand.
> 
> And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes without 
> 
> Number! the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity.
> 
> And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces; 
> 
> Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law, 
> 
> (In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,) 
> 
> And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity.
> 
> Must pass thro' condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave!
> 
> No individual can keep these Laws, for they are death 
> 
> To every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life; 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion hath enterd the State Satan! Be permanent O State!
> 
> And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again:
> 
> And be thou created into a State! I go forth to Create 
> 
> States: to deliver Individuals evermore! Amen.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke the voice from the Furnaces, descending into Non-Entity 
> 
> [To Govern the Evil by Good: and States abolish Systems.]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Reuben return'd to his place, in vain he sought beautiful Tirzah 
> 
> For his Eyelids were narrowd, & his Nostrils scented the ground 
> 
> And Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben: 
> 
> Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib 
> 
> Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his Tongue 
> 
> Between Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over Jordan 
> 
> In the love of Tirzah he said Doubt is my food day & night—
> 
> All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tongues 
> 
> For pain: they became what they beheld In reasonings Reuben returned 
> 
> To Heshbon. disconsolate he walkd thro Moab & he stood 
> 
> Before the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber, 
> 
> On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal: and Los bended 
> 
> His Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Seven Nations fled before him they became what they beheld 
> 
> Hand, Hyle & Coban fled: they became what they beheld 
> 
> Gwantock & Peachy hid in Damascus beneath Mount Lebanon 
> 
> Brereton & Slade in Egypt. Hutton & Skofeld & Kox 
> 
> Fled over Chaldea in terror in pains in every nerve
> 
> Kotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth 
> 
> And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children drivn by Los's Hammer 
> 
> In the visions of the dreams of Beulah on the edge of Non-Entity 
> 
> Hand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning Spectre 
> 
> Stands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination
> 
> And the Four Zoa's clouded rage East & West & North & South 
> 
> They change their situations, in the Universal Man.
> 
> Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face.
> 
> And England who is Brittannia divided into Jerusalem & Vala 
> 
> And Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South
> 
> In his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher
> 
> And the Four Zoa's who are the Four Eternal Senses of Man 
> 
> Became Four Elements separating from the Limbs of Albion 
> 
> These are their names in the Vegetative Generation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [West Weighing East & North dividing Generation South bounding]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length Bredth & Highth 
> 
> And they divided into Four ravening deathlike Forms
> 
> Fairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements.
> 
> These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power
> 
> The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albions cliffy shore 
> 
> And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of Albion 
> 
> As Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is Merlin
> 
> Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation; Redemption. & Judgment
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner
> 
> Have you known the judgment that is arisen among the
> 
> Zoa's of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embrace
> 
> His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call 
> 
> By the name of Morality. their Daughters govern all
> 
> I hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burning 
> 
> Art & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd
> 
> Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death 
> 
> Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom
> 
> It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful 
> 
> Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of 
> 
> Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy 
> 
> Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen 
> 
> And Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And One stood forth from the Divine Family &,said
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!
> 
> Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?
> 
> The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform'd.
> 
> Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury!
> 
> He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee: 
> 
> And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, upon 
> 
> The point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with Laws 
> 
> Our Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet, 
> 
> Again he join'd the Divine Body, following merciful;
> 
> While Albion fled more indignant! revengeful covering
> 
> His face and bosom with petrific hardness, and his hands 
> 
> And feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embrace 
> 
> His hidden heart; his Emanation wept & trembled within him: 
> 
> Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with
> 
> Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding: 
> 
> His strong limbs shudderd upon his mountains high and dark.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went,
> 
> His cold against the warmth of Eden rag'd with loud
> 
> Thunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul)
> 
> Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but mild the Saviour follow'd him,
> 
> Displaying the Eternal Vision! the Divine Similitude!
> 
> In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers, and friends 
> 
> Which if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Saying. Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love, 
> 
> With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought: 
> 
> Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewing
> 
> We live as One Man; for contracting our infinite senses 
> 
> We behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one,
> 
> As One Man all the Universal Family; and that One Man 
> 
> We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him, 
> 
> Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life,
> 
> Giving, recieving, and forgiving each others trespasses.
> 
> He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master:
> 
> He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all,
> 
> In Eden: in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem.
> 
> If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus speaking; the Divine Family follow Albion:
> 
> I see them in the Vision of God upon my pleasant valleys.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I behold London; a Human awful wonder of God!
> 
> He says: Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee: 
> 
> My Streets are my, Ideas of Imagination.
> 
> Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together.
> 
> My Houses are Thoughts: my Inhabitants; Affections,
> 
> The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels, 
> 
> Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of Beulah 
> 
> In dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood in veiny pipes, 
> 
> Rolls dreadful thro' the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan.
> 
> For Albions sake, and for Jerusalem thy Emanation
> 
> I give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeths shades: 
> 
> In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of Albion
> 
> I write in South Molton Street what I both see and hear 
> 
> In regions of Humanity, in Londons opening streets.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I see thee awful Parent Land in light, behold I see!
> 
> Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men,
> 
> Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for Cities
> 
> Are Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mount[a]ins 
> 
> Are also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime!
> 
> In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings
> 
> Let down at will around, and call'd the Universal Tent.
> 
> York, crown'd with loving kindness. Edinburgh, cloth'd 
> 
> With fortitude as with a garment of immortal texture
> 
> Woven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men
> 
> Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where 
> 
> There is in Albion a Gate of precious stones and gold 
> 
> Seen only by Emanations, by vegetations viewless,
> 
> Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park 
> 
> To Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering souls 
> 
> Of multitudes who die from Earth: this Gate cannot be found
> 
> By Satans Watch-fiends tho' they search numbering every grain 
> 
> Of sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate.
> 
> It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadful 
> 
> And fill'd with cruel tortures; but no mortal man can find the Mill 
> 
> Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years
> 
> For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! 
> 
> But In the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona namd
> 
> Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal Death 
> 
> Before the Gate of Los. Urthona here is named Los.
> 
> And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab.
> 
> Albion fled thro' the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los was the friend of Albion who most lov'd him. 
> 
> In Cambridgeshire His eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is fourfold.
> 
> Seeing Albion had turn'd his back aginst the Divine Vision, 
> 
> Los said to Albion, Whither fleest thou? Albion reply'd.
> 
> I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death
> 
> Hover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outside 
> 
> Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe: 
> 
> Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me 
> 
> In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet 
> 
> Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves: 
> 
> God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burden 
> 
> A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los answerd, troubled: and his soul was rent in twain: 
> 
> Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement?
> 
> No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim.
> 
> So speaking, not yet infected with the Error & Illusion,
> 
> Los shudder'd at beholding Albion, for his disease  
> 
> 
> Arose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call'd around 
> 
> The Friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal Death 
> 
> The four appear'd with their Emanations in fiery
> 
> Chariots: black their fires roll beholding Albions House of Eternity 
> 
> Damp couch the flames beneath and silent, sick, stand shuddering 
> 
> Before the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every one 
> 
> Descended and fell down upon their knees round Albions knees, 
> 
> Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round 
> 
> Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll'd far and wide
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful Hill 
> 
> And every River: our brother Albion is sick to death.
> 
> He hath leagued himself with robbers! he hath studied the arts 
> 
> Of unbelief! Envy hovers over him! his Friends are his abhorrence!
> 
> Those who give their lives for him are despised!
> 
> Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom!
> 
> To destroy his Emanation is their intention:
> 
> Arise! awake O Friends of the Giant Albion
> 
> They have perswaded him of horrible falshoods!
> 
> They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Twentyfour heard! they came trembling on watry chariots.
> 
> Borne by the Living Creatures of the third procession 
> 
> Of Human Majesty, the Living Creatures wept aloud as they 
> 
> Went along Albions roads, till they arriv'd at Albions House.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O! how the torments of Eternal Death, waited on Man:
> 
> And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst: 
> 
> That the wide world might fly from its hinges, & the immortal mansion 
> 
> Of Man, for ever be possess'd by monsters of the deeps: 
> 
> And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap'd in an endless curse, 
> 
> Consuming and consum'd forever in flames of Moral Justice.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For had the Body of Albion fall'n down, and from its dreadful ruins 
> 
> Let loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep, 
> 
> At enmity with the Merciful & fill'd with devouring fire, 
> 
> A nether-world must have recievd the foul enormous spirit, 
> 
> Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill'd with Revenge and Law.
> 
> There to eternity chain'd down, and issuing in red flames 
> 
> And curses, with his mighty arms brandish'd against the heavens 
> 
> Breathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with pain 
> 
> Torn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire: 
> 
> Within his breast his mighty Sons chaind down & fill'd with cursings: 
> 
> And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear: 
> 
> Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire.
> 
> But, glory to the Merciful-One, for he is of tender mercies!
> 
> And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man.
> 
> And these the Twentyfour in whom the Divine Family
> 
> Appear'd; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision!
> 
> Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devourd 
> 
> By the waves of Despair, whose Emanation rose above
> 
> The flood, and was nam'd Chichester, lovely mild & gentle! Lo!
> 
> Her lambs bleat to the sea-fowls cry, lamenting still for Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Submitting to be call'd the son of Los the terrible vision: 
> 
> Winchester stood devoting himself for Albion: his tents
> 
> Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations
> 
> Submitting to be call'd Enitharmons daughters, and be born 
> 
> In vegetable mould: created by the Hammer and Loom
> 
> In Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> (I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.
> 
> Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against 
> 
> Albions melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.)
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Gloucester and Exeter and Salisbury and Bristol: and benevolent
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Bath who is Legions: he is the Seventh, the physician and 
> 
> The poisoner: the best and worst in Heaven and Hell:
> 
> Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albions mountains 
> 
> A triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve 
> 
> To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow: 
> 
> To Malden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty: 
> 
> The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & Pancrass 
> 
> Round Marybone to Tyburns River, weaving black melancholy as a net, 
> 
> And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London, 
> 
> Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more.
> 
> She fled to Lambeths mild Vale and hid herself beneath 
> 
> The Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates: her Sons are siez'd 
> 
> For victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found! Hid 
> 
> By the Daughters of Beulah: gently snatch'd away: and hid in Beulah
> 
> There is a Grain of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot find 
> 
> Nor can his Watch Fiends find it: tis translucent & has many Angles 
> 
> But he ho finds it will find Oothoons palace, for within 
> 
> Opening into Beulah every angle is a lovely heaven
> 
> But should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin 
> 
> And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishment 
> 
> Here Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous repose 
> 
> Hid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West.
> 
> The Twenty-eight trembled in Deaths dark caves, in cold despair 
> 
> They kneeld around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation 
> 
> And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres ragd within.
> 
> The Four Zoa's in terrible combustion clouded rage
> 
> Drinking the shuddering fears & loves of Albions Families 
> 
> Destroying by selfish affections the things that they most admire 
> 
> Drinking & eating, & pitying & weeping, as at a trajic scene.
> 
> The soul drinks murder & revenge, & applauds its own holiness
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They saw Albion endeavouring to destroy their Emanations.
> 
> Thus Albion sat, studious of others in his pale disease:   
> 
> 
> Brooding on evil: but when Los opend the Furnaces before him: 
> 
> He saw that the accursed things were his own affections, 
> 
> And his own beloveds: then he turn'd sick! his soul died within him 
> 
> Also Los sick & terrified beheld the Furnaces of Death 
> 
> And must have died, but the Divine Saviour descended
> 
> Among the infant loves & affections, and the Divine Vision wept 
> 
> Like evening dew on every herb upon the breathing ground
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion spoke in his dismal dreams: O thou deceitful friend 
> 
> Worshipping mercy & beholding thy friend in such affliction: 
> 
> Los! thou now discoverest thy turpitude to the heavens.
> 
> I demand righteousness & justice. O thou ingratitude!
> 
> Give me my Emanations back food for my dying soul!
> 
> My daughters are harlots! my sons are accursed before me.
> 
> Enitharmon is my daughter: accursed with a fathers curse!
> 
> O! I have utterly been wasted! I have given my daughters to devils
> 
> So spoke Albion in gloomy majesty, and deepest night
> 
> Of Ulro rolld round his skirts from Dover to Cornwall.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los answerd. Righteousness & justice I give thee in return 
> 
> For thy righteousness! but I add mercy also, and bind 
> 
> Thee from destroying these little ones: am I to be only 
> 
> Merciful to thee and cruel to all that thou hatest
> 
> Thou wast the Image of God surrounded by the Four Zoa's 
> 
> Three thou hast slain! I am the Fourth: thou canst not destroy me.
> 
> Thou art in Error; trouble me not with thy righteousness.
> 
> I have innocence to defend and ignorance to instruct: 
> 
> I have no time for seeming; and little arts of compliment, 
> 
> In morality and virtue: in self-glorying and pride.
> 
> There is a limit of Opakeness, and a limit of Contraction; 
> 
> In every Individual Man, and the limit of Opakeness,
> 
> Is named Satan: and the limit of Contraction is named Adam.
> 
> But when Man sleeps in Beulah, the Saviour in mercy takes 
> 
> Contractions Limit, and of the Limit he forms Woman: 
> 
> That Himself may in process of time be born Man to redeem
> 
> But there is no Limit of Expansion! there is no Limit of Translucence.
> 
> In the bosom of Man for ever from eternity to eternity.
> 
> Therefore I break thy bonds of righteousness; I crush thy messengers!
> 
> That they may not crush me and mine: do thou be righteous, 
> 
> And I will return it; otherwise I defy thy worst revenge:
> 
> Consider me as thine enemy: on me turn all thy fury
> 
> But destroy not these little ones, nor mock the Lords anointed: 
> 
> Destroy not by Moral Virtue, the little ones whom he hath chosen!
> 
> The little ones whom he hath chosen in preference to thee.
> 
> He hath cast thee off for ever; the little ones he hath anointed!
> 
> Thy Selfhood is for ever accursed from the Divine presence
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke: then turn'd his face & wept for Albion.
> 
> Albion replied. Go! Hand & Hyle! sieze the abhorred friend: 
> 
> As you Have siezd the Twentyfour rebellious ingratitudes; 
> 
> To atone for you, for spiritual death! Man lives by deaths of Men 
> 
> Bring him to justice before heaven here upon London stone, 
> 
> Between Blackheath & Hounslow, between Norwood & Finchley 
> 
> All that they have is mine: from my free genrous gift, 
> 
> They now hold all they have: ingratitude to me!
> 
> To me their benefactor calls aloud for vengeance deep.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los stood before his Furnaces awaiting the fury of the Dead: 
> 
> And the Divine hand was upon him, strengthening him mightily.
> 
> The Spectres of the Dead cry out from the deeps beneath 
> 
> Upon the hills of Albion; Oxford groans in his iron furnace 
> 
> Winchester in his den & cavern; they lament against 
> 
> Albion: they curse their human kindness & affection 
> 
> They rage like wild beasts in the forests of affliction 
> 
> In the dreams of Ulro they repent of their human kindness.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Come up, build Babylon, Rahab is ours & all her multitudes 
> 
> With her in pomp and glory of victory. Depart
> 
> Ye twenty-four into the deeps! let us depart to glory!
> 
> Their Human majestic forms sit up upon their Couches
> 
> Of death: they curb their Spectres as with iron curbs 
> 
> They enquire after Jerusalem in the regions of the dead, 
> 
> With the voices of dead men, low, scarcely articulate, 
> 
> And with tears cold on their cheeks they weary repose.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O when shall the morning of the grave appear, and when 
> 
> Shall our salvation come? we sleep upon our watch
> 
> We cannot awake! and our Spectres rage in the forests 
> 
> O God of Albion where art thou! pity the watchers!
> 
> Thus mourn they. Loud the Furnaces of Los thunder upon 
> 
> The clouds of Europe & Asia, among the Serpent Temples!
> 
> And Los drew his Seven Furnaces around Albions Altars 
> 
> And as Albion built his frozen Altars, Los built the Mundane 
> 
> Shell, In the Four Regions of Humanity East & West & North & South,
> 
> Till Norwood & Finchley & Blackheath & Hounslow, coverd the whole Earth.
> 
> This is the Net & Veil of Vala, among the Souls of the Dead.
> 
>   
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [written in reverse script on illustration:
> 
> Each Man is in His Spectre's power
> 
> Untill the arrival of that hour,
> 
> When his Humanity Awake
> 
> And cast his Spectre
> 
> into the Lake"]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against Albion 
> 
> Urizen, cold & scientific: Luvah, pitying & weeping 
> 
> Tharmas, indolent & sullen: Urthona, doubting & despairing 
> 
> Victims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other 
> 
> To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore; 
> 
> And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico.
> 
> If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty Groves 
> 
> If we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks!
> 
> Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptions 
> 
> O God of Albion descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling around 
> 
> Calling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwells 
> 
> Stretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four 
> 
> Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity: 
> 
> Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over 
> 
> Hells Brooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain
> 
> From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold.
> 
> Swelld & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the Divine-
> 
> Humanity, who is the Only General and Universal Form 
> 
> To which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathy 
> 
> All broad & general principles belong to benevolence 
> 
> Who protects minute particulars, every one in their own identity.
> 
> But here the affectionate touch of the tongue is closd in by deadly teeth 
> 
> And the soft smile of friendship & the open dawn of benevolence 
> 
> Become a net & a trap, & every energy renderd cruel, 
> 
> Till the existence of friendship & benevolence is denied: 
> 
> The wine of the Spirit & the vineyards of the Holy-One.
> 
> Here: turn into poisonous stupor & deadly intoxication: 
> 
> That they may be condemnd by Law & the Lamb of God be slain!  
> 
> 
> And the two Sources of Life in Eternity Hunting and War, 
> 
> Are become the Sources of dark & bitter Death & of corroding Hell: 
> 
> The open heart is shut up in integuments of frozen silence 
> 
> That the spear that lights it forth may shatter the ribs & bosom 
> 
> A pretence of Art, to destroy Art: a pretence of Liberty 
> 
> To destroy Liberty. a pretence of Religion to destroy Religion 
> 
> Oshea and Caleb fight: they contend in the valleys of Peor 
> 
> In the terrible Family Contentions of those who love each other: 
> 
> The Armies of Balaam weep–no women come to the field 
> 
> Dead corses lay before them, & not as in Wars of old.
> 
> For the Soldier who fights for Truth, calls his enemy is brother: 
> 
> They fight & contend for life, & not for eternal death!
> 
> But here the Soldier strikes, & a dead corse falls at his feet 
> 
> Nor Daughter nor Sister nor Mother come forth to embosom the Slain!
> 
> But Death! Eternal Death! remains in the Valleys of Peor.
> 
> The English are scatterd over the face of the Nations: are these
> 
> Jerusalems children? Hark! hear the Giants of Albion cry at night 
> 
> We smell the blood of the English! we delight in their blood on our Altars!
> 
> The living & the dead shall be ground in our rumbling Mills 
> 
> For bread of the Sons of Albion: of the Giants Hand & Scofield 
> 
> Scofeld & Kox are let loose upon my Saxons! they accumulate 
> 
> A World in which Man is by his Nature the Enemy of Man, 
> 
> In pride of Selfhood unwieldy stretching out into Non Entity 
> 
> Generalizing Art & Science till Art & Science is lost.
> 
> Bristol & Bath, listen to my words, & ye Seventeen: give ear!
> 
> It is easy to acknowledge a man to be great & good while we 
> 
> Derogate from him in the trifles & small articles of that goodness: 
> 
> Those alone are his friends, who admire his minutest powers 
> 
> Instead of Albions lovely mountains & the curtains of Jerusalem 
> 
> I see a Cave, a Rock, a Tree deadly and poisonous, unimaginative: 
> 
> Instead of the Mutual Forgivenesses, the Minute Particulars, 
> 
> I see Pits of bitumen ever burning: artificial Riches of the Canaanite
> 
> Like Lakes of liquid lead: instead of heavenly Chapels, built 
> 
> By our dear Lord: I see Worlds crusted with snows & ice; 
> 
> I see a Wicker Idol woven round Jerusalems children. I see 
> 
> The Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian: 
> 
> By Demonstrations the cruel Sons of Quality & Negation.
> 
> Driven on the Void in incoherent despair into Non Entity 
> 
> I see America closd apart, & Jerusalem driven in terror 
> 
> Away from Albions mountains, far away from Londons spires!
> 
> I will not endure this thing! I alone withstand to death, 
> 
> This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me!
> 
> Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go to deaths vale?
> 
> All you my Friends & Brothers! all you my beloved Companions!
> 
> Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance?
> 
> I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and give 
> 
> Me some comfort: why do you all stand silent? I alone 
> 
> Remain in permanent strength. Or is all this goodness & pity, only 
> 
> That you may take the greater vengeance in your Sepulcher.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke. Pale they stood around the House of Death: 
> 
> In the midst of temptations & despair: among the rooted Oaks: 
> 
> Among reared Rocks of Albions Sons, at length they rose
> 
> With one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs wings 
> 
> They Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him back 
> 
> Against his will thro Los's Gate to Eden: Fourfold; loud!
> 
> Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear 
> 
> Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion dark, 
> 
> Repugnant; rolld his Wheels backward into Non-Entity
> 
> Loud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of Death 
> 
> And all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from 
> 
> Albions dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between 
> 
> That every little particle of light & air, became Opake 
> 
> Black & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a Cliff 
> 
> Of black despair; that the immortal Wings labourd against 
> 
> Cliff after cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death: 
> 
> The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent: 
> 
> Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless, 
> 
> Of grey obscurity, filld with clouds & rocks & whirling waters 
> 
> And Albions Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine 
> 
> Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime, 
> 
> The Family Divine hover around the darkend Albion.
> 
> Such is the nature of the Ulro: that whatever enters: 
> 
> Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born.
> 
> From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath 
> 
> Albion In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation.
> 
> Forming a Sexual Machine: an Aged Virgin Form.
> 
> In Erins Land toward the north, joint after joint & burning 
> 
> In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion 
> 
> And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated 
> 
> Los Conjuring him by the Highest that he should Watch over them 
> 
> Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los 
> 
> Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Strucken with Albions disease they become what they behold; 
> 
> They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion; 
> 
> Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep 
> 
> The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death 
> 
> Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity 
> 
> Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Man is adjoind to Man by his Emanative portion:
> 
> Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her
> 
> Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in Man 
> 
> O search & see: turn your eyes inward: open O thou World 
> 
> Of Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They wept into the deeps a little space at length was heard 
> 
> The voice of Bath, faint as the voice of the Dead in the House of Death
> 
> Bath, healing City! whose wisdom in midst of Poetic
> 
> Fervor: mild spoke thro' the Western Porch, in soft gentle tears
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O Albion mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western Gate 
> 
> Brothers of Eternity! this Man whose great example
> 
> We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seen 
> 
> In Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envy
> 
> The tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'd 
> 
> From mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself become 
> 
> A piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons
> 
> Of Eden, that however great and glorious; however loving 
> 
> And merciful the Individuality; however high
> 
> Our palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fields 
> 
> In Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in mornings breath, 
> 
> Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use 
> 
> Is incapable and nothing! none but the Lamb of God can heal 
> 
> This dread disease: none but Jesus! O Lord descend and save!
> 
> Albions Western Gate is clos'd: his death is coming apace!
> 
> Jesus alone can save him; for alas we none can know
> 
> How soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep 
> 
> Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & Moon 
> 
> His friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his dark 
> 
> Machines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repented 
> 
> He wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate
> 
> For their well timed wrath. But Albions sleep is not
> 
> Like Africa's: and his machines are woven with his life 
> 
> Nothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy interposing 
> 
> Lest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousy 
> 
> O God descend! gather our brethren, deliver Jerusalem 
> 
> But that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit 
> 
> Oxford take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquence 
> 
> That thy immortal tongue inspires; present them to Albion: 
> 
> Perhaps he may recieve them, offerd from thy loved hands.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spoke, unheard by Albion. the merciful Son of Heaven 
> 
> To those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping 
> 
> Around Albion: but Albion heard him not; obdurate! hard!
> 
> He frown'd on all his Friends, counting them enemies in his sorrow
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Seventeen conjoining with Bath, the Seventh:
> 
> In whom the other Ten shone manifest, a Divine Vision!
> 
> Assimilated and embrac'd Eternal Death for Albions sake.
> 
> And these the names of the Eighteen combining with those Ten
> 
> Bath, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious power
> 
> Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledg infinite.
> 
> Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose hands
> 
> Builded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works!
> 
> Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los.
> 
> And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other hand
> 
> Dare touch! Oxford, immortal Bard! with eloquence
> 
> Divine, he wept over Albion: speaking the words of God 
> 
> In mild perswasion: bringing leaves of the Tree of Life.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thou art in Error Albion, the Land of Ulro:
> 
> One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human Soul
> 
> Repose in Beulahs night, till the Error is remov'd
> 
> Reason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosoms
> 
> Till the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai
> 
> Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment.
> 
> But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the arms 
> 
> Of Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester, 
> 
> Litchfield, Saint Davids, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor, 
> 
> Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of Los
> 
> Began to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roar 
> 
> Upon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And these the Four in whom the twenty-four appear'd fourfold: 
> 
> Verulam, London, York, Edinburgh, mourning one towards another
> 
> Alas!—The time will come, when a mans worst enemies
> 
> Shall be those of his own house and family: in a Religion 
> 
> Of Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement, happy Jerusalem, 
> 
> The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God thou art Not an Avenger!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [When Albion utterd his last words Hope is banishd from me]  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> From Camberwell to Highgate where the mighty Thames shudders along, 
> 
> Where Los's Furnaces stand, where Jerusalem & Vala howl: 
> 
> Luvah tore forth from Albions Loins, in fibrous veins, in rivers 
> 
> Of blood over Europe: a Vegetating Root in grinding pain.
> 
> Animating the Dragon Temples, soon to become that Holy Fiend 
> 
> The Wicker Man of Scandinavia in which cruelly consumed 
> 
> The Captives reard to heaven howl in flames among the stars 
> 
> Loud the cries of War on the Rhine & Danube, with Albions Sons, 
> 
> Away from Beulahs hills & vales break forth the Souls of the Dead, 
> 
> With cymbal, trumpet, clarion; & the scythed chariots of Britain.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Veil of Vala, is composed of the Spectres of the Dead
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Hark! the mingling cries of Luvah with the Sons of Albion 
> 
> Hark! & Record the terrible wonder! that the Punisher 
> 
> Mingles with his Victims Spectre, enslaved and tormented 
> 
> To him whom he has murderd, bound in vengeance & enmity 
> 
> Shudder not, but Write, & the hand of God will assist you!
> 
> Therefore I write Albions last words. Hope is banish'd from me.
> 
> These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms 
> 
> Reciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy and repos'd 
> 
> The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
> 
> Upon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud: 
> 
> In silence the Divine Lord builded with immortal labour, 
> 
> Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose, 
> 
> With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse.
> 
> Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence, time shall reveal.
> 
> The Five books of the Decalogue, the books of Joshua & Judges, 
> 
> Samuel, a double book & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & Prophets 
> 
> The Fourfold Gospel, and the Revelations everlasting 
> 
> Eternity groan'd & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earths central joint, 
> 
> There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true: 
> 
> (To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect, 
> 
> Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved: 
> 
> Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold.) 
> 
> From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem
> 
> With pangs she forsook Beulah's pleasant lovely shadowy Universe 
> 
> Where no dispute can come; created for those who Sleep.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of Beulah 
> 
> Wept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem: 
> 
> When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descended 
> 
> With solemn mourning out of Beulahs moony shades and hills: 
> 
> Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound.
> 
> And this the manner of the terrible Separation
> 
> The Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of Albion 
> 
> Concenter in one Female form an Aged pensive Woman.
> 
> Astonish'd! lovely! embracing the sublime shade: the Daughters of Beulah 
> 
> Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she took
> 
> A Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictions
> 
> And many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic Vale  
> 
> 
> Which is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West, 
> 
> Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden 
> 
> Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection from 
> 
> Albions dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred years 
> 
> In its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to Eden 
> 
> She also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a Center 
> 
> Into Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried
> 
> Her tears. she ardent embrac'd her sorrows. occupied in labours 
> 
> Of sublime mercy in Rephaims Vale. Perusing Albions Tomb 
> 
> She sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning.
> 
> The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweat 
> 
> Los also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified 
> 
> Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace: 
> 
> Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place.
> 
> When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion.
> 
> Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud, 
> 
> Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form 
> 
> Writhing in pain. The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'd 
> 
> Jerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin, 
> 
> In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And thus Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, in soft tears
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion the Vortex of the Dead!Albion the Generous!
> 
> Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice!
> 
> Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place, 
> 
> Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of Enemies 
> 
> The Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never known 
> 
> Till now in Beulah.) unless a Refuge can be found
> 
> To hide them from the wrath of Albions Law that freezes sore 
> 
> Upon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom
> 
> Draw ye Jerusalem away from Albions Mountains
> 
> To give a Place for Redemption, let Sihon and Og
> 
> Remove Eastward to Bashan and Gilead, and leave
> 
> The secret coverts of Albion & the hidden places of America 
> 
> Jerusalem Jerusalem! why wilt thou turn away
> 
> Come ye O Daughters of Beulah, lament for Og & Sihon 
> 
> Upon the Lakes of Ireland from Rathlin to Baltimore:
> 
> Stand ye upon the Dargle from Wicklow to Drogheda
> 
> Come & mourn over Albion the White Cliff of the Atlantic 
> 
> The Mountain of Giants: all the Giants of Albion are become 
> 
> Weak! witherd! darkend! & Jerusalem is cast forth from Albion.
> 
> They deny that they ever knew Jerusalem, or ever dwelt in Shiloh 
> 
> The Gigantic roots & twigs of the vegetating Sons of Albion 
> 
> Filld with the little-ones are consumed in the Fires of their Altars 
> 
> The vegetating Cities are burned & consumed from the Earth: 
> 
> And the Bodies in which all Animals & Vegetations, the Earth & Heaven 
> 
> Were containd in the All Glorious Imagination are witherd & darkend; 
> 
> The golden Gate of Havilah, and all the Garden of God, 
> 
> Was caught up with the Sun in one day of fury and war: 
> 
> The Lungs, the Heart, the Liver, shrunk away far distant from Man 
> 
> And left a little slimy substance floating upon the tides.
> 
> In one night the Atlantic Continent was caught up with the Moon, 
> 
> And became an Opake Globe far distant clad with moony beams.
> 
> The Visions of Eternity, by reason of narrowed perceptions, 
> 
> Are become weak Visions of Time & Space, fix'd into furrows of death; 
> 
> Till deep dissimulation is the only defence an honest man has left 
> 
> O Polypus of Death O Spectre over Europe and Asia
> 
> Withering the Human Form by Laws of Sacrifice for Sin 
> 
> By Laws of Chastity & Abhorrence I am witherd up.
> 
> Striving to Create a Heaven in which all shall be pure & holy 
> 
> In their Own Selfhoods, in Natural Selfish Chastity to banish Pity 
> 
> And dear Mutual Forgiveness; & to become One Great Satan 
> 
> Inslavd to the most powerful Selfhood: to murder the Divine Humanity 
> 
> In whose sight all are as the dust & who chargeth his Angels with folly!
> 
> Ah! weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form!
> 
> Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground!
> 
> The Eye of Man, a little narrow orb, closd up & dark, 
> 
> Scarcely beholding the Great Light; conversing with the [Void]: 
> 
> The Ear, a little shell, in small volutions shutting out 
> 
> True Harmonies, & comprehending great, as very small: 
> 
> The Nostrils, bent down to the earth & clos'd with senseless flesh.
> 
> That odours cannot them expand, nor joy on them exult: 
> 
> The Tongue, a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys, 
> 
> A little sound it utters, & its cries are faintly heard.
> 
> Therefore they are removed: therefore they have taken root 
> 
> In Egypt & Philistea: in Moab & Edom & Aram: 
> 
> In the Erythrean Sea their Uncircu[m]cision in Heart & Loins 
> 
> Be lost for ever & ever. then they shall arise from Self, 
> 
> By Self Annihilation into Jerusalems Courts & into Shiloh 
> 
> Shiloh the Masculine Emanation among the Flowers of Beulah 
> 
> Lo Shiloh dwells over France, as Jerusalem dwells over Albion 
> 
> Build & prepare a Wall & Curtain for Americas shore!
> 
> Rush on: Rush on! Rush on! ye vegetating Sons of Albion 
> 
> The Sun shall go before you in Day: the Moon shall go 
> 
> Before you in Night. Come on! Come on! Come on! The Lord 
> 
> Jehovah is before, behind, above, beneath, around
> 
> He has builded the arches of Albions Tomb binding the Stars 
> 
> In merciful Order, bending the Laws of Cruelty to Peace.
> 
> He hath placed Og & Anak, the Giants of Albion for their Guards: 
> 
> Building the Body of Moses in the Valley of Peor: the Body 
> 
> Of Divine Analogy; and Og & Sihon in the tears of Balaam 
> 
> The Son of Beor, have given their power to Joshua & Caleb.
> 
> Remove from Albion, far remove these terrible surfaces.
> 
> They are beginning to form Heavens & Hells in immense 
> 
> Circles: the Hells for food to the Heavens: food of torment, 
> 
> Food of despair: they drink the condemnd Soul & rejoice 
> 
> In cruel holiness, in their Heavens of Chastity & Uncircumcision 
> 
> Yet they are blameless & Iniquity must be imputed only 
> 
> To the State they are enterd into that they may be deliverd: 
> 
> Satan is the State of Death, & not a Human existence: 
> 
> But Luvah is named Satan, because he has enterd that State.
> 
> A World where Man is by Nature the enemy of Man
> 
> Because the Evil is Created into a State. that Men
> 
> May be deliverd time after time evermore. Amen.
> 
> Learn therefore O Sisters to distinguish the Eternal Human 
> 
> That walks about among the stones of fire in bliss & woe 
> 
> Alternate! from those States or Worlds in which the Spirit travels: 
> 
> This is the only means to Forgiveness of Enemies
> 
> Therefore remove from Albion these terrible Surfaces
> 
> And let wild seas & rocks close up Jerusalem away from
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Atlantic Mountains where Giants dwelt in Intellect; 
> 
> Now given to stony Druids, and Allegoric Generation
> 
> To the Twelve Gods of Asia, the Spectres of those who Sleep: 
> 
> Sway'd by a Providence oppos'd to the Divine Lord Jesus: 
> 
> A murderous Providence! A Creation that groans, living on Death.
> 
> Where Fish & Bird & Beast & Man & Tree & Metal & Stone 
> 
> Live by Devouring, going into Eternal Death continually: 
> 
> Albion is now possess'd by the War of Blood! the Sacrifice 
> 
> Of envy Albion is become, and his Emanation cast out:
> 
> Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if; O Lord!
> 
> If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died.
> 
> Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain—
> 
> Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albions cliffs!
> 
> Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them:
> 
> She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of Sin
> 
> A Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War!
> 
> And we also & all Beulah, consume beneath Albions curse.
> 
> So Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah. Shuddering
> 
> With their wings they sat in the Furnace, in a night
> 
> Of stars, for all the Sons of Albion appeard distant stars, 
> 
> Ascending and descending into Albions sea of death.
> 
> And Erins lovely Bow enclos'd the Wheels of Albions Sons.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Expanding on wing, the Daughters of Beulah replied in sweet response
> 
> Come O thou Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin 
> 
> To Sin & to hide the Sin in sweet deceit. is lovely!!
> 
> To Sin in the open face of day is cruel & pitiless! 
> 
> But To record the Sin for a reproach: to let the Sun go down 
> 
> In a remembrance of the Sin: is a Woe & a Horror!
> 
> A brooder of an Evil Day, and a Sun rising in blood
> 
> Come then O Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin

*** * *End of Chap. 2d.** *** * ***

###

### To the Deists

> The Spiritual States of
> 
> the Soul are all Eternal
> 
> Distinguish between the
> 
> Man, & his present State

He never can be a Friend to the Human Race who is the Preacher of Natural Morality or Natural Religion. he is a flatterer who means to betray, to perpetuate Tyrant Pride & the Laws of that Babylon which he foresees shall shortly be destroyed, with the Spiritual and not the Natural Sword: He is in the State named Rahab: which State must be put off before he can be the Friend of Man.

You O Deists profess yourselves the Enemies of Christianity: and you are so: you are also the Enemies of the Human Race & of Universal Nature. Man is born a Spectre or Satan & is altogether an Evil, & requires a New Selfhood continually & must continually be changed into his direct Contrary. But your Greek Philosophy (which is a remnant of Druidism) teaches that Man is Righteous in his Vegetated Spectre: an Opinion of fatal & accursed consequence to Man, as the Ancients saw plainly by Revelation to the intire abrogation of Experimental Theory. and many believed what they saw, and Prophecied of Jesus.

Man must & will have Some Religion; if he has not the Religion of Jesus, he will have the Religion of Satan, & will erect the Synagogue of Satan. calling the Prince of this World, God; and destroying all who do not worship Satan under the Name of God. Will any one say: Where are those who worship Satan under the Name of God! Where are they? Listen! Every Religion that Preaches Vengeance for Sins the Religion of the Enemy & Avenger; and not the Forgiver of Sin, and their God is Satan, Named by the Divine Name Your Religion O Deists: Deism, is the Worship of the God of this World by the means of what you call Natural Religion and Natural Philosophy, and of Natural Morality or Self-Righteousness, the Selfish Virtues of the Natural Heart. This was the Religion of the Pharises who murderd Jesus. Deism is the same & ends in the same.

Voltaire Rousseau Gibbon Hume. charge the Spiritually Religious with Hypocrisy! but how a Monk or a Methodist either, can be a Hypocrite: I cannot concieve. We are Men of like passions with others & pretend not to be holier than others: therefore, when a Religious Man falls into Sin, he ought not to be calld a Hypocrite: this title is more properly to be given to a Player who falls into Sin; whose profession is Virtue & Morality & the making Men Self-Righteous. Foote in calling Whitefield, Hypocrite: was himself one: for Whitefield pretended not to be holier than others: but confessed his Sins before all the World; Voltaire! Rousseau! You cannot escape my charge that you are Pharisees & Hypocrites, for you are constantly talking of the Virtues of the Human Heart, and particularly of your own, that you may accuse others & especially the Religious, whose errors, you by this display of pretended Virtue, chiefly design to expose. Rousseau thought Men Good by Nature; he found them Evil & found no friend. Friendship cannot exist without Forgiveness of Sins continually. The Book written by Rousseau calld his Confessions is an apology & cloke for his sin & not a confession.

But you also charge the poor Monks & Religious with being the causes of War: while you acquit & flatter the Alexanders & Caesars, the Lewis's & Fredericks: who alone are its causes & its actors. But the Religion of Jesus, Forgiveness of Sin, can never be the cause of a War nor of a single Martyrdom.

Those who Martyr others or who cause War are Deists, but never can be Forgivers of Sin. The Glory of Christianity is, To Conquer by Forgiveness. All the Destruction therefore, in Christian Europe as arisen from Deism, which is Natural Religion.

> I saw a Monk of Charlemaine
> 
> Arise before my sight
> 
> I talkd with the Grey Monk as we stood
> 
> In beams of infernal light
> 
> Gibbon arose with a lash of steel
> 
> And Voltaire with a wracking wheel
> 
> The Schools in clouds of learning rolld
> 
> Arose with War in iron & gold.
> 
> Thou lazy Monk they sound afar
> 
> In vain condemning glorious War
> 
> And in your Cell you shall ever dwell
> 
> Rise War & bind him in his Cell.
> 
> The blood. red ran from the Grey Monks side
> 
> His hands & feet were wounded wide
> 
> His body bent, his arms & knees
> 
> Like to the roots of ancient trees
> 
> When Satan first the black bow bent
> 
> And the Moral Law from the Gospel rent
> 
> He forgd the Law into a Sword
> 
> And spilld the blood of mercys Lord.
> 
> Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine!
> 
> O Voltaire! Rousseau! Gibbon! Vain
> 
> Your Grecian Mocks & Roman Sword
> 
> Against this image of his Lord!
> 
> For a Tear is an Intellectual thing;
> 
> And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King
> 
> And the bitter groan of a Martyrs woe
> 
> Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow!
> 
>   
>

#### Chap: 3

> But Los, who is the Vehicular Form of strong Urthona
> 
> Wept vehemently over Albion where Thames currents spring 
> 
> From the rivers of Beulah; pleasant river! soft, mild, parent stream 
> 
> And the roots of Albions Tree enterd the Soul of Los
> 
> As he sat before his Furnaces clothd in sackcloth of hair 
> 
> In gnawing pain dividing him from his Emanation;
> 
> Inclosing all the Children of Los time after time.
> 
> Their Giant forms condensing into Nations & Peoples & Tongues 
> 
> Translucent the Furnaces, of Beryll & Emerald immortal: 
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> And Seven-fold each within other: incomprehensible
> 
> To the Vegetated Mortal Eye's perverted & single vision 
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> The Bellows are the Animal Lungs. the hammers, the Animal Heart 
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> The Furnaces, the Stomach for Digestion; terrible their fury 
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> Like seven burning heavens rang'd from South to North
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> 
> 
> Here on the banks of the Thames, Los builded Golgonooza, 
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> Outside of the Gates of the Human Heart, beneath Beulah 
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> In the midst of the rocks of the Altars of Albion. 
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> In fears He builded it, in rage & in fury. It is the Spiritual Fourfold 
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> London: continually building & continually decaying desolate!
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> In eternal labours: loud the Furnaces & loud the Anvils 
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> Of Death thunder incessant around the flaming Couches of 
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> The Twentyfour Friends of Albion and round the awful Four 
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> For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons 
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> The Mystic Union of the Emanation in the Lord; 
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> Because Man divided from his Emanation is a dark Spectre
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> His Emanation is an ever-weeping melancholy Shadow
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> But she is made receptive of Generation thro' mercy
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> In the Potters Furnace, among the Funeral Urns of Beulah 
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> From Surrey hills, thro' Italy and Greece, to Hinnoms vale.
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> In Great Eternity, every particular Form gives forth or Emanates 
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> Its own peculiar Light, & the Form is the Divine Vision 
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> And the Light is his Garment This is Jerusalem in every Man 
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> A Tent & Tabernacle of Mutual Forgiveness Male & Female Clothings.
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> And Jerusalem is called Liberty among the Children of Albion
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> 
> 
> But Albion fell down a Rocky fragment from Eternity hurld 
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> By his own Spectre, who is the Reasoning Power in every Man 
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> Into his own Chaos which is the Memory between Man & Man
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> 
> 
> The silent broodings of deadly revenge springing from the 
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> All powerful parental affection, fills Albion from head to foot 
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> Seeing his Sons assimilate with Luvah, bound in the bonds 
> 
> Of spiritual Hate, from which springs Sexual Love as iron chains: 
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> He tosses like a Cloud outstretchd among Jerusalems Ruins 
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> Which overspread all the Earth, he groans among his ruind porches 
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> Reason
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> Pity Wrath
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> This World
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> Desire
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> But the Spectre like a hoar frost & a Mildew rose over Albion 
> 
> Saying, I am God O Sons of Men! I am your Rational Power!
> 
> Am I not Bacon & Newton & Locke who teach Humility to Man!
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> Who teach Doubt & Experiment & my two Wings Voltaire: Rousseau.
> 
> Where is that Friend of Sinners! that Rebel against my Laws!
> 
> Who teaches Belief to the Nations, & an unknown Eternal Life 
> 
> Come hither into the Desart & turn these stones to bread.
> 
> Vain foolish Man! wilt thou believe without Experiment?
> 
> And build a World of Phantasy upon my Great Abyss!
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> A World of Shapes in craving lust & devouring appetite
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> 
> 
> So spoke the hard cold constrictive Spectre he is named Arthur 
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> Constricting into Druid Rocks round Canaan Agag & Aram & Pharoh
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> 
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> Then Albion drew England into his bosom in groans & tears 
> 
> But she stretchd out her starry Night in Spaces against him. like 
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> A long Serpent, in the Abyss of the Spectre which augmented 
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> The Night with Dragon wings coverd with stars & in the Wings 
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> Jerusalem & Vala appeard: & above between the Wings magnificent 
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> The Divine Vision dimly appeard in clouds of blood weeping.
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> When those who disregard all Mortal Things, saw a Mighty-One 
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> Among the Flowers of Beulah still retain his awful strength 
> 
> They wonderd; checking their wild flames & Many gathering 
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> Together into an Assembly; they said, let us go down
> 
> And see these changes! Others said, If you do so prepare 
> 
> For being driven from our fields, what have we to do with the Dead?
> 
> To be their inferiors or superiors we equally abhor;
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> Superior, none we know: inferior none: all equal share 
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> Divine Benevolence & joy, for the Eternal Man
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> Walketh among us, calling us his Brothers & his Friends: 
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> Forbidding us that Veil which Satan puts between Eve & Adam 
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> By which the Princes of the Dead enslave their Votaries 
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> Teaching them to form the Serpent of precious stones & gold 
> 
> To sieze the Sons of Jerusalem & plant them in One Mans Loins 
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> To make One Family of Contraries: that Joseph may be sold 
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> Into Egypt: for Negation; a Veil the Saviour born & dying rends.
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> 
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> But others said: Let us to him who only Is, & who 
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> Walketh among us, give decision. bring forth all your fires!
> 
> So saying, an eternal deed was done: in fiery flames
> 
> The Universal Conc[l]ave raged, such thunderous sounds as never 
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> Were sounded from a mortal cloud, nor on Mount Sinai old 
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> Nor in Havilah where the Cherub rolld his redounding flame.
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> Loud! loud! the Mountains lifted up their voices, loud the Forests 
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> Rivers thunderd against their banks, loud Winds furious fought 
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> Cities & Nations contended in fires & clouds & tempests.
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> The Seas raisd up their voices & lifted their hands on high 
> 
> The Stars in their courses fought. the Sun! Moon! Heaven! Earth.
> 
> Contending for Albion & for Jerusalem his Emanation 
> 
> And for Shiloh, the Emanation of France & for lovely Vala.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then far the greatest number were about to make a Separation 
> 
> And they Elected Seven, calld the Seven Eyes of God;
> 
> Lucifer, Molech, Elohim, Shaddai, Pahad, Jehovah, Jesus.
> 
> They namd the Eighth. he came not, he hid in Albions Forests 
> 
> But first they said: (& their Words stood in Chariots in array 
> 
> Curbing their Tygers with golden bits & bridles of silver & ivory)
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> Let the Human Organs be kept in their perfect Integrity 
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> At will Contracting into Worms, or Expanding into Gods 
> 
> And then behold! what are these Ulro Visions of Chastity 
> 
> Then as the moss upon the tree: or dust upon the plow: 
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> Or as the sweat upon the labouring shoulder: or as the chaff 
> 
> Of the wheat-floor or as the dregs of the sweet wine-press 
> 
> Such are these Ulro Visions, for tho we sit down within 
> 
> The plowed furrow, listning to the weeping clods till we 
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> Contract or Expand Space at will: or if we raise ourselves 
> 
> Upon the chariots of the morning. Contracting or Expanding Time!
> 
> Every one knows, we are One Family! One Man blessed for ever
> 
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> 
> 
> Silence remaind & every one resumd his Human Majesty 
> 
> And many conversed on these things as they labourd at the furrow Saying: 
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> It is better to prevent misery, than to release from misery 
> 
> It is better to prevent error, than to forgive the criminal: 
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> Labour well the Minute Particulars, attend to the Little-ones: 
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> And those who are in misery cannot remain so long
> 
> If we do but our duty: labour well the teeming Earth.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They Plow'd in tears, the trumpets sounded before the golden Plow 
> 
> And the voices of the Living Creatures were heard in the clouds of heaven 
> 
> Crying: Compell the Reasoner to Demonstrate with unhewn Demonstrations 
> 
> Let the Indefinite be explored. and let every Man be judged 
> 
> By his own Works, Let all Indefinites be thrown into Demonstrations 
> 
> To be pounded to dust & melted in the Furnaces of Affliction: 
> 
> He who would do good to another, must do it in Minute Particulars 
> 
> General Good is the plea of the scoundrel hypocrite flatterer: 
> 
> For Art & Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars 
> 
> And not in generalizing Demonstrations of the Rational Power.
> 
> The Infinite alone resides in Definite & Determinate Identity 
> 
> Establishment of Truth depends on destruction of Falshood continually 
> 
> On Circumcision: not on Virginity, O Reasoners of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So cried they at the Plow. Albions Rock frowned above 
> 
> And the Great Voice of Eternity rolled above terrible in clouds 
> 
> Saying Who will go forth for us! & Who shall we send before our face?
> 
> Then Los heaved his thund'ring Bellows on the Valley of Middlesex 
> 
> And thus he chaunted his Song: the Daughters of Albion reply.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> What may Man be? who can tell! But what may Woman be?
> 
> To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
> 
> He who is an Infant, and whose Cradle is a Manger
> 
> Knoweth the Infant sorrow: whence it came, and where it goeth: 
> 
> And who weave it a Cradle of the grass that withereth away.
> 
> This World is all a Cradle for the erred wandering Phantom: 
> 
> Rock'd by Year, Month, Day & Hour; and every two Moments 
> 
> Between, dwells a Daughter of Beulah, to feed the Human Vegetable 
> 
> Entune: Daughters of Albion. your hymning Chorus mildly!
> 
> Cord of affection thrilling extatic on the iron Reel: 
> 
> To the golden Loom of Love! to the moth-labourd Woof
> 
> A Garment and Cradle weaving for the infantine Terror: 
> 
> For fear; at entering the gate into our World of cruel 
> 
> Lamentation: it flee back & hide in Non-Entitys dark wild 
> 
> Where dwells the Spectre of Albion: destroyer of Definite Form.
> 
> The Sun shall be a Scythed Chariot of Britain: the Moon; a Ship 
> 
> In the British Ocean! Created by Los's Hammer; measured out 
> 
> Into Days & Nights & Years & Months. to travel with my feet 
> 
> Over these desolate rocks of Albion: O daughters of despair!
> 
> Rock the Cradle, and in mild melodies tell me where found 
> 
> What you have enwoven with so much tears & care? so much 
> 
> Tender artifice: to laugh: to weep: to learn: to know; 
> 
> Remember! recollect! what dark befel in wintry days
> 
> O it was lost for ever! and we found it not: it came
> 
> And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! Gwendolen 
> 
> Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!
> 
> Then Los uttered with Hammer & Anvil: Chaunt! revoice!
> 
> I mind not your laugh: and your frown I not fear! and 
> 
> You must my dictate obey from your gold-beam'd Looms; trill 
> 
> Gentle to Albions Watchman, on Albions mountains; reeccho 
> 
> And rock the Cradle while! Ah me! Of that Eternal Man 
> 
> And of the cradled Infancy in his bowels of compassion: 
> 
> Who fell beneath his instruments of husbandry & became 
> 
> Subservient to the clods of the furrow! the cattle and even 
> 
> The emmet and earth-Worm are his superiors & his lords.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then the response came warbling from trilling Looms in Albion
> 
> We Women tremble at the light therefore: hiding fearful 
> 
> The Divine Vision with Curtain & Veil & fleshly Tabernacle
> 
> Los utter'd: swift as the rattling thunder upon the mountains 
> 
> Look back into the Church Paul! Look! Three Women around 
> 
> The Cross! O Albion why didst thou a Female Will Create?
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh. 
> 
> Cry Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion thundering along 
> 
> Among the Fires of the Druid & the deep black rethundering Waters 
> 
> Of the Atlantic which poured in impetuous loud loud. louder & louder.
> 
> And the Great Voice of the Atlantic howled over the Druid Altars: 
> 
> Weeping over his Children in Stone-henge in Maiden & Colchester.
> 
> Round the Rocky Peak of Derbyshire London Stone & Rosamonds Bower
> 
> What is a Wife & what is a Harlot? What is a Church? & What 
> 
> Is a Theatre? are they Two & not One? can they Exist Separate?
> 
> Are not Religion & Politics the Same Thing? Brotherhood is Religion 
> 
> O Demonstrations of Reason Dividing Families in Cruelty & Pride!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Albion fled from the Divine Vision, with the Plow of Nations enflaming 
> 
> The Living Creatures maddend and Albion fell into the Furrow, and 
> 
> The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead 
> 
> But his Spectre rose over the starry Plow. Albion fled beneath the Plow 
> 
> Till he came to the Rock of Ages. & he took his Seat upon the Rock.
> 
> Wonder siezd all in Eternity! to behold the Divine Vision. open 
> 
> The Center into an Expanse, & the Center rolled out into an Expanse.
> 
> In beauty the Daughters of Albion divide & unite at will 
> 
> Naked & drunk with blood Gwendolen dancing to the timbrel 
> 
> Of War: reeling up the Street of London she divides in twain  
> 
> 
> Among the Inhabitants of Albion. the People fall around.
> 
> The Daughters of Albion. divide & unite in jealousy & cruelty 
> 
> The Inhabitants of Albion at the Harvest & the Vintage 
> 
> Feel their Brain cut round beneath the temples shrieking 
> 
> Bonifying into a Scull, the Marrow exuding in dismal pain 
> 
> They flee over the rocks bonifying: Horses: Oxen: feel the knife.
> 
> And while the Sons of Albion by severe War & Judgment, bonify 
> 
> The Hermaphroditic Condensations are divided by the Knife 
> 
> The obdurate Forms are cut asunder by jealousy & Pity.
> 
> Rational Philosophy and Mathematic Demonstration
> 
> Is divided in the intoxications of pleasure & affection 
> 
> Two Contraries War against each other in fury & blood, 
> 
> And Los fixes them on his Anvil, incessant his blows: 
> 
> He fixes them with strong blows. placing the stones & timbers.
> 
> To Create a World of Generation from the World of Death: 
> 
> Dividing the Masculine & Feminine: for the comingling 
> 
> Of Albions & Luvahs Spectres was Hermaphroditic
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Urizen wrathful strode above directing the awful Building: 
> 
> As a Mighty Temple; delivering Form out of confusion
> 
> Jordan sprang beneath its threshold bubbling from beneath 
> 
> Its pillars: Euphrates ran under its arches: white sails 
> 
> And silver oars reflect on its pillars, & sound on its ecchoing 
> 
> Pavements: where walk the Sons of Jerusalem who remain 
> 
> Ungenerate But the revolving Sun and Moon pass thro its porticoes, 
> 
> Day & night, in sublime majesty & silence they revolve 
> 
> And shine glorious within! Hand & Koban archd over the Sun 
> 
> In the hot noon, as he traveld thro his journey; Hyle & Skofield 
> 
> Archd over the Moon at midnight & Los Fixd them there, 
> 
> With his thunderous Hammer; terrified the Spectres rage & flee 
> 
> Canaan is his portico; Jordan is a fountain in his porch; 
> 
> A fountain of milk & wine to relieve the traveller: 
> 
> Egypt is the eight steps within. Ethiopia supports his pillars; 
> 
> Lybia & the Lands unknown. are the ascent without; 
> 
> Within is Asia & Greece, ornamented with exquisite art: 
> 
> Persia & Media are his halls: his inmost hall is Great Tartary.
> 
> China & India & Siberia are his temples for entertainment 
> 
> Poland & Russia & Sweden, his soft retired chambers 
> 
> France & Spain & Italy & Denmark & Holland & Germany 
> 
> Are the temples among his pillars. Britain is Los's 
> 
> Forge; America North & South are his baths of living waters.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Such is the Ancient World of Urizen in the Satanic Void 
> 
> Created from the Valley of Middlesex by Londons River 
> 
> From Stone-henge and from London Stone, from Cornwall to Cathnes 
> 
> The Four Zoa's rush around on all sides in dire ruin
> 
> Furious in pride of Selfhood the terrible Spectres of Albion 
> 
> Rear their dark Rocks among the Stars of God: stupendous 
> 
> Works! A World of Generation continually Creating; out of 
> 
> The Hermaphroditic Satanic World of rocky destiny.
> 
> And formed into Four precious stones. for enterance from Beulah
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For the Veil of Vala which Albion cast into the Atlantic Deep 
> 
> To catch the Souls of the Dead: began to Vegetate & Petrify 
> 
> Around the Earth of Albion. among the Roots of his Tree 
> 
> This Los formed into the Gates & mighty Wall, between the Oak 
> 
> Of Weeping & the Palm of Suffering beneath Albions Tomb, 
> 
> Thus in process of time it became the beautiful Mundane Shell, 
> 
> The Habitation of the Spectres of the Dead & the Place 
> 
> Of Redemption & of awaking again into Eternity
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic 
> 
> One to the North; Urthona: One to the South; Urizen:
> 
> One to the East: Luvah: One to the West, Tharmas;
> 
> They are the Four Zoas that stood around the Throne Divine 
> 
> Verulam: London: York & Edinburgh: their English names 
> 
> But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen Southward
> 
> And Albion was slain upon his Mountains & in his Tent.
> 
> All fell towards the Center, sinking downwards in dire ruin, 
> 
> In the South remains a burning Fire: in the East. a Void 
> 
> In the West, a World of raging Waters: in the North; solid 
> 
> Darkness Unfathomable without end: but in the midst of these
> 
> Is Built eternally the sublime Universe of Los & Enitharmon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And in the North Gate, in the West of the North. toward Beulah 
> 
> Cathedrons Looms are builded. and Los's Furnaces in the South 
> 
> A wondrous golden Building immense with ornaments sublime 
> 
> Is bright Cathedrons golden Hall, its Courts Towers & Pinnacles
> 
> And one Daughter of Los sat at the fiery Reel & another 
> 
> Sat at the shining Loom with her Sisters attending round 
> 
> Terrible their distress & their sorrow cannot be utterd 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And another Daughter of Los sat at the Spinning Wheel 
> 
> Endless their labour, with bitter food. void of sleep, 
> 
> Tho hungry they labour: they rouze themselves anxious 
> 
> Hour after hour labouring at the whirling Wheel
> 
> Many Wheels & as many lovely Daughters sit weeping
> 
> Yet the intoxicating delight that they take in their work 
> 
> Obliterates every other evil; none pities their tears 
> 
> Yet they regard not pity & they expect no one to pity 
> 
> For they labour for life & love, regardless of any one 
> 
> But the poor Spectres that they work for, always incessantly
> 
> They are mockd, by every one that passes by. they regard not 
> 
> They labour; & when their Wheels are broken by scorn & malice 
> 
> They mend them sorrowing with many tears & afflictions.
> 
> Other Daughters Weave on the Cushion & Pillow, Network fine 
> 
> That Rahab & Tirzah may exist & live & breathe & love 
> 
> Ah, that it could be as the Daughters of Beulah wish!
> 
> Other Daughters of Los, labouring at Looms less fine
> 
> Create the Silk-worm & the Spider & the Catterpiller 
> 
> To assist in their most grievous work of pity & compassion 
> 
> And others Create the wooly Lamb & the downy Fowl 
> 
> To assist in the work: the Lamb bleats: the Sea-fowl cries 
> 
> Men understand not the distress & the labour & sorrow 
> 
> That in the Interior Worlds is carried on in fear & trembling 
> 
> Weaving the shuddring fears & loves of Albions Families 
> 
> Thunderous rage the Spindles of iron. & the iron Distaff 
> 
> Maddens in the fury of their hands, Weaving in bitter tears 
> 
> The Veil of Goats-hair & Purple & Scarlet & fine twined Linen
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The clouds of Albions Druid Temples rage in the eastern heaven 
> 
> While Los sat terrified beholding Albions Spectre who is Luvah
> 
> Spreading in bloody veins in torments over Europe & Asia; 
> 
> Not yet formed but a wretched torment unformed & abyssal 
> 
> In flaming fire; within the Furnaces the Divine Vision appeard 
> 
> On Albions hills: often walking from the Furnaces in clouds 
> 
> And flames among the Druid Temples & the Starry Wheels 
> 
> Gatherd Jerusalems Children in his arms & bore them like 
> 
> A Shepherd in the night of Albion which overspread all the Earth
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I gave thee liberty and life O lovely Jerusalem
> 
> And thou hast bound me down upon the Stems of Vegetation 
> 
> I gave thee Sheep-walks upon the Spanish Mountains Jerusalem 
> 
> I gave thee Priams City and the Isles of Grecia lovely!
> 
> I gave thee Hand & Scofield & the Counties of Albion: 
> 
> They spread forth like a lovely root into the Garden of God: 
> 
> They were as Adam before me: united into One Man,
> 
> They stood in innocence & their skiey tent reachd over Asia 
> 
> To Nimrods Tower to Ham & Canaan walking with Mizraim 
> 
> Upon the Egyptian Nile, with solemn songs to Grecia
> 
> And sweet Hesperia even to Great Chaldea & Tesshina 
> 
> Following thee as a Shepherd by the Four Rivers of Eden 
> 
> Why wilt thou rend thyself apart, Jerusalem?
> 
> And build this Babylon & sacrifice in secret Groves, 
> 
> Among the Gods of Asia: among the fountains of pitch & nitre 
> 
> Therefore thy Mountains are become barren Jerusalem!
> 
> Thy Valleys, Plains of burning sand. thy Rivers: waters of death 
> 
> Thy Villages die of the Famine and thy Cities
> 
> Beg bread from house to house, lovely Jerusalem
> 
> Why wilt thou deface thy beauty & the beauty of thy little-ones 
> 
> To please thy Idols, in the pretended chastities of Uncircumcision 
> 
> Thy Sons are lovelier than Egypt or Assyria; wherefore 
> 
> Dost thou blacken their beauty by a Secluded place of rest.
> 
> And a peculiar Tabernacle, to cut the integuments of beauty 
> 
> Into veils of tears and sorrows O lovely Jerusalem!
> 
> They have perswaded thee to this, therefore their end shall come 
> 
> And I will lead thee thro the Wilderness in shadow of my cloud 
> 
> And in my love I will lead thee, lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion.
> 
> This is the Song of the Lamb, sung by Slaves in evening time.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Jerusalem faintly saw him, closd in the Dungeons of Babylon 
> 
> Her Form was held by Beulahs Daughters. but all within unseen 
> 
> She sat at the Mills, her hair unbound her feet naked 
> 
> Cut with the flints: her tears run down, her reason grows like 
> 
> The Wheel of Hand. incessant turning day & night without rest 
> 
> Insane she raves upon the winds hoarse, inarticulate: 
> 
> All night Vala hears. she triumphs in pride of holiness 
> 
> To see Jerusalem deface her lineaments with bitter blows
> 
> Of despair. while the Satanic Holiness triumphd in Vala 
> 
> In a Religion of Chastity & Uncircumcised Selfishness 
> 
> Both of the Head & Heart & Loins, closd up in Moral Pride.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But the Divine Lamb stood beside Jerusalem. oft she saw 
> 
> The lineaments Divine & oft the Voice heard, & oft she said:
> 
> O Lord & Saviour, have the Gods of the Heathen pierced thee?
> 
> Or hast thou been pierced in the House of thy Friends?
> 
> Art thou alive! & livest thou forevermore? or art thou 
> 
> Not: but a delusive shadow, a thought that liveth not.
> 
> Babel mocks saying, there is no God nor Son of God
> 
> That thou O Human Imagination, O Divine Body art all
> 
> A delusion. but I know thee O Lord when thou arisest upon 
> 
> My weary eyes even in this dungeon & this iron mill.
> 
> The Stars of Albion cruel rise; thou bindest to sweet influences: 
> 
> For thou also sufferest with me altho I behold thee not; 
> 
> And altho I sin & blaspheme thy holy name, thou pitiest me; 
> 
> Because thou knowest I am deluded by the turning mills.
> 
> And by these visions of pity & love because of Albions death.
> 
> Thus spake Jerusalem, & thus the Divine Voice replied.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mild Shade of Man, pitiest thou these Visions of terror & woe!
> 
> Give forth thy pity & love. fear not! lo I am with thee always.
> 
> Only believe in me that I have power to raise from death 
> 
> Thy Brother who Sleepeth in Albion: fear not trembling Shade
> 
> Behold: in the Visions of Elohim Jehovah, behold Joseph & Mary 
> 
> And be comforted O Jerusalem in the Visions of Jehovah Elohim
> 
>   
> 
> 
> She looked & saw Joseph the Carpenter in Nazareth & Mary 
> 
> His espoused Wife. And Mary said, If thou put me away from thee 
> 
> Dost thou not murder me? Joseph spoke in anger & fury. Should I 
> 
> Marry a Harlot & an Adulteress? Mary answerd, Art thou more pure 
> 
> Than thy Maker who forgiveth Sins & calls again Her that is Lost 
> 
> Tho She hates. he calls her again in love. I love my dear Joseph 
> 
> But he driveth me away from his presence. yet I hear the voice of God 
> 
> In the voice of my Husband. tho he is angry for a moment, he will not 
> 
> Utterly cast me away. if I were pure, never could I taste the sweets 
> 
> Of the Forgive[ne]ss of Sins! if I were holy! I never could behold the tears 
> 
> Of love! of him who loves me in the midst of his anger in furnace of fire.
> 
> Ah my Mary: said Joseph: weeping over & embracing her closely in 
> 
> His arms: Doth he forgive Jerusalem & not exact Purity from her who is 
> 
> Polluted. I heard his voice in my sleep O his Angel in my dream:
> 
> Saying, Doth Jehovah Forgive a Debt only on condition that it shall 
> 
> Be Payed? Doth he Forgive Pollution only on conditions of Purity 
> 
> That Debt is not Forgiven! That Pollution is not Forgiven 
> 
> Such is the Forgiveness of the Gods, the Moral Virtues of the 
> 
> Heathen, whose tender Mercies are Cruelty. But Jehovahs Salvation 
> 
> Is without Money & without Price, in the Continual Forgiveness of Sins 
> 
> In the Perpetual Mutual Sacrifice in Great Eternity! for behold!
> 
> There is none that liveth & Sinneth not! And this is the Covenant 
> 
> Of Jehovah: If you Forgive one-another, so shall Jehovah Forgive You: 
> 
> That He Himself may Dwell among You. Fear not then to take 
> 
> To thee Mary thy Wife, for she is with Child by the Holy Ghost
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Mary burst forth into a Song! she flowed like a River of 
> 
> Many Streams in the arms of Joseph & gave forth her tears of joy 
> 
> Like many waters, and Emanating into gardens & palaces upon 
> 
> Euphrates & to forests & floods & animals wild & tame from 
> 
> Gihon to Hiddekel, & to corn fields & villages & inhabitants 
> 
> Upon Pison & Arnon & Jordan. And I heard the voice among 
> 
> The Reapers Saying, Am I Jerusalem the lost Adulteress? or am I 
> 
> Babylon come up to Jerusalem? And another voice answerd Saying
> 
> Does the voice of my Lord call me again? am I pure thro his Mercy 
> 
> And Pity. Am I become lovely as a Virgin in his sight who am 
> 
> Indeed a Harlot drunken with the Sacrifice of Idols does he 
> 
> Call her pure as he did in the days of her Infancy when She 
> 
> Was cast out to the loathing of her person. The Chaldean took 
> 
> Me from my Cradle. The Amalekite stole me away upon his Camels 
> 
> Before I had ever beheld with love the Face of Jehovah; or known 
> 
> That there was a God of Mercy: O Mercy O Divine Humanity!
> 
> O Forgiveness & Pity & Compassion! If I were Pure I should never 
> 
> Have known Thee; If I were Unpolluted I should never have 
> 
> Glorified thy Holiness, or rejoiced in thy great Salvation.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Mary leaned her side against Jerusalem, Jerusalem recieved 
> 
> The Infant into her hands in the Visions of Jehovah. Times passed on
> 
> Jerusalem fainted over the Cross & Sepulcher She heard the voice 
> 
> Wilt thou make Rome thy Patriarch Druid & the Kings of Europe his 
> 
> Horsemen? Man in the Resurrection changes his Sexual Garments at will 
> 
> Every Harlot was once a Virgin: every Criminal an Infant Love!
> 
> Repose on me till the morning of the Grave. I am thy life.
> 
> Jerusalem replied. I am an outcast: Albion is dead!
> 
> I am left to the trampling foot & the spurning heel!
> 
> A Harlot I am calld. I am sold from street to street!
> 
> I am defaced with blows & with the dirt of the Prison!
> 
> And wilt thou become my Husband O my Lord & Saviour?
> 
> Shall Vala bring thee forth! shall the Chaste be ashamed also?
> 
> I see the Maternal Line, I behold the Seed of the Woman!
> 
> Cainah, & Ada & Zillah & Naamah Wife of Noah.
> 
> Shuahs daughter & Tamar & Rahab the Canaanites: 
> 
> Ruth the Moabite & Bathsheba of the daughters of Heth 
> 
> Naamah the Ammonite, Zibeah the Philistine, & Mary 
> 
> These are the Daughters of Vala, Mother of the Body of death 
> 
> But I thy Magdalen behold thy Spiritual Risen Body
> 
> Shall Albion arise? I know he shall arise at the Last Day!
> 
> I know that in my flesh I shall see God: but Emanations 
> 
> Are weak. they know not whence they are, nor whither tend.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jesus replied. I am the Resurrection & the Life.
> 
> I Die & pass the limits of possibility, as it appears 
> 
> To individual perception. Luvah must be Created
> 
> And Vala; for I cannot leave them in the gnawing Grave.
> 
> But will prepare a way for my banished-ones to return 
> 
> Come now with me into the villages. walk thro all the cities.
> 
> Tho thou art taken to prison & judgment, starved in the streets 
> 
> I will command the cloud to give thee food & the hard rock 
> 
> To flow with milk & wine, tho thou seest me not a season 
> 
> Even a long season & a hard journey & a howling wilderness!
> 
> Tho Valas cloud hide thee & Luvahs fires follow thee!
> 
> Only believe & trust in me, Lo. I am always with thee!
> 
> So spoke the Lamb of God while Luvahs Cloud reddening above 
> 
> Burst forth in streams of blood upon the heavens & dark night 
> 
> Involvd Jerusalem. & the Wheels of Albions Sons turnd hoarse 
> 
> Over the Mountains & the fires blaz'd on Druid Altars 
> 
> And the Sun set in Tyburns Brook where Victims howl & cry.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But Los beheld the Divine Vision among the flames of the Furnaces 
> 
> Therefore he lived & breathed in hope. but his tears fell incessant 
> 
> Because his Children were closd from him apart: & Enitharmon 
> 
> Dividing in fierce pain: also the Vision of God was closd in clouds 
> 
> Of Albions Spectres, that Los in despair oft sat, & often ponderd 
> 
> On Death Eternal in fierce shudders upon the mountains of Albion 
> 
> Walking: & in the vales in howlings fierce, then to his Anvils 
> 
> Turning, anew began his labours, tho in terrible pains!
> 
> Jehovah stood among the Druids in the Valley of Annandale 
> 
> When the Four Zoas of Albion, the Four Living Creatures, the Cherubim 
> 
> Of Albion tremble before the Spectre, in the starry likeness of the Plow 
> 
> Of Nations. And their Names are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona
> 
> Luvah slew Tharmas the Angel of the Tongue & Albion brought him 
> 
> To Justice in his own City of Paris, denying the Resurrection 
> 
> Then Vala the Wife of Albion, who is the Daughter of Luvah 
> 
> Took vengeance Twelvefold among the Chaotic Rocks of the Druids 
> 
> Where the Human Victims howl to the Moon & Thor & Friga 
> 
> Dance the dance of death contending with Jehovah among the Cherubim.
> 
> The Chariot Wheels filled with Eyes rage along the howling Valley 
> 
> In the Dividing of Reuben & Benjamin bleeding from Chesters River
> 
> The Giants & the Witches & the Ghosts of Albion dance with 
> 
> Thor & Friga, & the Fairies lead the Moon along the Valley of Cherubim 
> 
> Bleeding in torrents from Mountain to Mountain, a lovely Victim 
> 
> And Jehovah stood in the Gates of the Victim, & he appeared 
> 
> A weeping Infant in the Gates of Birth in the midst of Heaven
> 
> The Cities & Villages of Albion became Rock & Sand Unhumanized 
> 
> The Druid Sons of Albion & the Heavens a Void around unfathomable 
> 
> No Human Form but Sexual & a little weeping Infant pale reflected 
> 
> Multitudinous in the Looking Glass of Enitharmon, on all sides 
> 
> Around in the clouds of the Female, on Albions Cliffs of the Dead
> 
> Such the appearance in Cheviot: in the Divisions of Reuben 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> When the Cherubim hid their heads under their wings in deep slumbers 
> 
> When the Druids demanded Chastity from Woman & all was lost.  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> How can the Female be Chaste O thou stupid Druid Cried Los 
> 
> Without the Forgiveness of Sins in the merciful clouds of Jehovah 
> 
> And without the Baptism of Repentance to wash away Calumnies. and 
> 
> The Accusations of Sin that each may be Pure in their Neighbours sight 
> 
> O when shall Jehovah give us Victims from his Flocks & Herds 
> 
> Instead of Human Victims by the Daughters of Albion & Canaan
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then laugh'd Gwendolen & her laughter shook the Nations & Familys of 
> 
> The Dead beneath Beulah from Tyburn to Golgotha, and from 
> 
> Ireland to Japan. furious her Lions & Tygers & Wolves sport before 
> 
> Los on the Thames & Medway. London & Canterbury groan in pain
> 
> Los knew not yet what was done: he thought it was all in Vision 
> 
> In Visions of the Dreams of Beulah among the Daughters of Albion 
> 
> Therefore the Murder was put apart in the Looking-Glass of Enitharmon
> 
> He saw in Vala's hand the Druid Knife of Revenge & the Poison Cup
> 
> Of Jealousy, and thought it a Poetic Vision of the Atmospheres 
> 
> Till Canaan rolld apart from Albion across the Rhine: along the Danube
> 
> And all the Land of Canaan suspended over the Valley of Cheviot 
> 
> From Bashan to Tyre & from Troy to Gaza of the Amalekite 
> 
> And Reuben fled with his head downwards among the Caverns
> 
> Of the Mundane Shell which froze on all sides round Canaan on 
> 
> The vast Expanse: where the Daughters of Albion Weave the Web 
> 
> Of Ages & Generations, folding & unfolding it, like a Veil of Cherubim 
> 
> And sometimes it touches the Earths summits, & sometimes spreads 
> 
> Abroad into the Indefinite Spectre, who is the Rational Power.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then All the Daughters of Albion became One before Los: even Vala!
> 
> And she put forth her hand upon the Looms in dreadful howlings 
> 
> Till she vegetated into a hungry Stomach & a devouring Tongue.
> 
> Her Hand is a Court of Justice, her Feet: two Armies in Battle 
> 
> Storms & Pestilence: in her Locks: & in her Loins Earthquake.
> 
> And Fire. & the Ruin of Cities & Nations & Families & Tongues
> 
>   
> 
> 
> She cries: The Human is but a Worm, & thou O Male: Thou art 
> 
> Thyself Female, a Male: a breeder of Seed: a Son & Husband: & Lo.
> 
> The Human Divine is Womans Shadow, a Vapor in the summers heat 
> 
> Go assume Papal dignity thou Spectre, thou Male Harlot! Arthur 
> 
> Divide into the Kings of Europe in times remote O Woman-born 
> 
> And Woman-nourishd & Woman-educated & Woman-scorn'd!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Wherefore art thou living? said Los, & Man cannot live in thy presence 
> 
> Art thou Vala the Wife of Albion O thou lovely Daughter of Luvah 
> 
> All Quarrels arise from Reasoning. the secret Murder, and 
> 
> The violent Man-slaughter. these are the Spectres double Cave 
> 
> The Sexual Death living on accusation of Sin & judgment 
> 
> To freeze Love & Innocence into the gold & silver of the Merchant 
> 
> Without Forgiveness of Sin Love is Itself Eternal Death
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then the Spectre drew Vala into his bosom magnificent terrific 
> 
> Glittering with precious stones & gold, with Garments of blood & fire 
> 
> He wept in deadly wrath of the Spectre, in self-contradicting agony 
> 
> Crimson with Wrath & green with jealousy dazling with Love 
> 
> And jealousy immingled & the purple of the violet darkend deep 
> 
> Over the Plow of Nations thundring in the hand of Albions Spectre
> 
>   
> 
> 
> A dark Hermaphrodite they stood frowning upon Londons River 
> 
> And the Distaff & Spindle in the hands of Vala with the Flax of 
> 
> Human Miseries turnd fierce with the Lives of Men along the Valley 
> 
> As Reuben fled before the Daughters of Albion Taxing the Nations
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Derby Peak yawnd a horrid Chasm at the Cries of Gwendolen, & at 
> 
> The stamping feet of Ragan upon the flaming Treddles of her Loom 
> 
> That drop with crimson gore with the Loves of Albion & Canaan 
> 
> Opening along the Valley of Rephaim, weaving over the Caves of Machpelah
> 
> To decide Two Worlds with a great decision: a World of Mercy, and 
> 
> A World of Justice: the World of Mercy for Salvation
> 
> To cast Luvah into the Wrath, and Albion into the Pity 
> 
> In the Two Contraries of Humanity & in the Four Regions.
> 
> For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven, 
> 
> They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!
> 
> They cast the lots into the helmet: they give the oath of blood in Lambeth 
> 
> They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath: 
> 
> They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots 
> 
> To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation 
> 
> The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow, the loom 
> 
> The hammer & the chisel, & the rule & compasses; from London fleeing 
> 
> They forg'd the sword on Cheviot, the chariot of war & the battle-ax, 
> 
> The trumpet fitted to mortal battle, & the flute of summer in Annandale 
> 
> And all the Arts of Life. they changd into the Arts of Death in Albion.
> 
> The hour-glass contemnd because its simple workmanship.
> 
> Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel, 
> 
> That raises water into cisterns: broken & burnd with fire: 
> 
> Because its workmanship. was like the workmanship of the shepherd.
> 
> And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel: 
> 
> To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion 
> 
> Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind 
> 
> And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious task!
> 
> Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom 
> 
> In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread: 
> 
> In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All, 
> 
> And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Now: now the battle rages round thy tender limbs O Vala 
> 
> Now smile among thy bitter tears: now put on all thy beauty   
> 
> 
> Is not the wound of the sword sweet! & the broken bone delightful?
> 
> Wilt thou now smile among the scythes when the wounded groan in the field 
> 
> We were carried away in thousands from London; & in tens 
> 
> Of thousands from Westminster & Marybone in ships closd up:
> 
> Chaind hand & foot, compelld to fight under the iron whips 
> 
> Of our captains; fearing our officers more than the enemy.
> 
> Lift up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes: 
> 
> O melancholy Magdalen behold the morning over Malden break; 
> 
> Gird on thy flaming zone, descend into the sepulcher of Canterbury.
> 
> Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks: 
> 
> Shake off the waters from thy wings! & the dust from thy white garments 
> 
> Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch of Lambeths Vale 
> 
> When the sun rose in glowing morn, with arms of mighty hosts 
> 
> Marching to battle who was wont to rise with Urizens harps 
> 
> Girt as a sower with his seed to scatter life abroad over Albion: 
> 
> Arise O Vala! bring the bow of Urizen: bring the swift arrows of light.
> 
> How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, compelld to the chariot of love!
> 
> Compelld to leave the plow to the ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation 
> 
> To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings: this is no gentle harp 
> 
> This is no warbling brook, nor shadow of a mirtle tree: 
> 
> But blood and wounds and dismal cries, and shadows of the oak: 
> 
> And hearts laid open to the light, by the broad grizly sword: 
> 
> And bowels hid in hammerd steel rip'd quivering on the ground.
> 
> Call forth thy smiles of soft deceit: call forth thy cloudy tears: 
> 
> We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when morn shall blood renew.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So sang the Spectre Sons of Albion round Luvahs Stone of Trial: 
> 
> Mocking and deriding at the writhings of their Victim on Salisbury: 
> 
> Drinking his Emanation in intoxicating bliss rejoicing in Giant dance; 
> 
> For a Spectre has no Emanation but what he imbibes from decieving 
> 
> A Victim! Then he becomes her Priest & she his Tabernacle.
> 
> And his Oak Grove, till the Victim rend the woven Veil.
> 
> In the end of his sleep when Jesus calls him from his grave
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Howling the Victims on the Druid Altars yield their souls 
> 
> To the stern Warriors: lovely sport the Daughters round their Victims; 
> 
> Drinking their lives in sweet intoxication. hence arose from 
> 
> Bath Soft deluding odours, in spiral volutions intricately winding 
> 
> Over Albions mountains, a feminine indefinite cruel delusion.
> 
> Astonishd: terrified & in pain & torment. Sudden they behold 
> 
> Their own Parent the Emanation of their murderd Enemy 
> 
> Become their Emanation and their Temple and Tabernacle 
> 
> They knew not. this Vala was their beloved Mother Vala Albions Wife.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Terrified at the sight of the Victim: at his distorted sinews!
> 
> The tremblings of Vala vibrate thro' the limbs of Albions Sons: 
> 
> While they rejoice over Luvah in mockery & bitter scorn: 
> 
> Sudden they become like what they behold in howlings & deadly pain.
> 
> Spasms smite their features, sinews & limbs: pale they look on one another.
> 
> They turn, contorted: their iron necks bend unwilling towards 
> 
> Luvah: their lips tremble: their muscular fibres are crampd & smitten 
> 
> They become like what they behold! Yet immense in strength & power,
> 
> In awful pomp & gold, in all the precious unhewn stones of Eden 
> 
> They build a stupendous Building on the Plain of Salisbury; with chains 
> 
> Of rocks round London Stone: of Reasonings: of unhewn Demonstrations 
> 
> In labyrinthine arches. (Mighty Urizen the Architect.) thro which 
> 
> The Heavens might revolve & Eternity be bound in their chain.
> 
> Labour unparallelld! a wondrous rocky World of cruel destiny 
> 
> Rocks piled on rocks reaching the stars: stretching from pole to pole.
> 
> The Building is Natural Religion & its Altars Natural Morality 
> 
> A building of eternal death: whose proportions are eternal despair 
> 
> Here Vala stood turning the iron Spindle of destruction 
> 
> From heaven to earth: howling! invisible! but not invisible 
> 
> Her Two Covering Cherubs afterwards named Voltaire & Rousseau: 
> 
> Two frowning Rocks: on each side of the Cove & Stone of Torture: 
> 
> Frozen Sons of the feminine Tabernacle of Bacon, Newton & Locke.
> 
> For Luvah is France: the Victim of the Spectres of Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los beheld in terror: he pour'd his loud storms on the Furnaces: 
> 
> The Daughters of Albion clothed in garments of needle work 
> 
> Strip them off from their shoulders and bosoms, they lay aside 
> 
> Their garments; they sit naked upon the Stone of trial.
> 
> The Knife of flint passes over the howling Victim: his blood 
> 
> Gushes & stains the fair side of the fair Daug[h]ters of Albion.
> 
> They put aside his curls; they divide his seven locks upon 
> 
> His forehead: they bind his forehead with thorns of iron 
> 
> They put into his hand a reed, they mock: Saying: Behold 
> 
> The King of Canaan whose are seven hundred chariots of iron!
> 
> They take off his vesture whole with their Knives of flint: 
> 
> But they cut asunder his inner garments: searching with 
> 
> Their cruel fingers for his heart, & there they enter in pomp, 
> 
> In many tears; & there they erect a temple & an altar: 
> 
> They pour cold water on his brain in front, to cause.
> 
> Lids to grow over his eyes in veils of tears: and caverns 
> 
> To freeze over his nostrils, while they feed his tongue from cups 
> 
> And dishes of painted clay. Glowing with beauty & cruelty: 
> 
> They obscure the sun & the moon; no eye can look upon them.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Ah! alas! at the sight of the Victim, & at sight of those who are smitten, 
> 
> All who see. become what they behold. their eyes are coverd 
> 
> With veils of tears and their nostrils & tongues shrunk up 
> 
> Their ear bent outwards. as their Victim, so are they in the pangs 
> 
> Of unconquerable fear! amidst delights of revenge Earth-shaking!
> 
> And as their eye & ear shrunk, the heavens shrunk away 
> 
> The Divine Vision became First a burning flame, then a column 
> 
> Of fire, then an awful fiery wheel surrounding earth & heaven: 
> 
> And then a globe of blood wandering distant in all unknown night: 
> 
> Afar into the unknown night the mountains fled away:
> 
> Six months of mortality; a summer: & six months of mortality; a winter: 
> 
> The Human form began to be alterd by the Daughters of Albion 
> 
> And the perceptions to be dissipated into the Indefinite. 
> 
> Becoming A mighty Polypus nam'd Albions Tree: they tie the Veins 
> 
> And Nerves into two knots: & the Seed into a double knot: 
> 
> They look forth: the Sun is shrunk: the Heavens are shrunk 
> 
> Away into the far remote: and the Trees & Mountains witherd 
> 
> Into indefinite cloudy shadows in darkness & separation.
> 
> By Invisible hatreds adjoind, they seem remote and separate 
> 
> From each other; and yet are a Mighty Polypus in the Deep!
> 
> As the Misletoe grows on the Oak, so Albions Tree on Eternity: Lo!
> 
> He who will not comingle in Love, must be adjoind by Hate
> 
>   
> 
> 
> They look forth from Stone-henge! from the Cove round London Stone 
> 
> They look on one another: the mountain calls out to the mountain: 
> 
> Plinlimmon shrunk away: Snowdon trembled: the mountains 
> 
> Of Wales & Scotland beheld the descending War: the routed flying: 
> 
> Red run the streams of Albion: Thames is drunk with blood: 
> 
> As Gwendolen cast the shuttle of war: as Cambel returnd the beam.
> 
> The Humber & the Severn: are drunk with the blood of the slain: 
> 
> London feels his brain cut round: Edinburghs heart is circumscribed!
> 
> York & Lincoln hide among the flocks, because of the griding Knife.
> 
> Worcester & Hereford: Oxford & Cambridge reel & stagger, 
> 
> Overwearied with howling: Wales & Scotland alone sustain the fight!
> 
> The inhabitants are sick to death: they labour to divide into Days 
> 
> And Nights, the uncertain Periods: and into Weeks & Months. 
> 
> In vain They send the Dove & Raven: & in vain the Serpent over the mountains.
> 
> And in vain the Eagle & Lion over the fourfold wilderness.
> 
> They return not: but generate in rocky places desolate.
> 
> They return not; but build a habitation separate from Man.
> 
> The Sun forgets his course like a drunken man; he hesitates, 
> 
> Upon the Cheselden hills, thinking to sleep on the Severn 
> 
> In vain: he is hurried afar into an unknown Night
> 
> He bleeds in torrents of blood as he rolls thro heaven above 
> 
> He chokes up the paths of the sky; the Moon is leprous as snow: 
> 
> Trembling & descending down seeking to rest upon high Mona: 
> 
> Scattering her leprous snows in flakes of disease over Albion.
> 
> The Stars flee remote: the heaven is iron, the earth is sulphur, 
> 
> And all the mountains & hills shrink up like a withering gourd, 
> 
> As the Senses of Men shrink together under the Knife of flint, 
> 
> In the hands of Albions Daughters, among the Druid Temples.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> By those who drink their blood & the blood of their Covenant
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Twelve Daughters of Albion united in Rahab & Tirzah 
> 
> A Double Female: and they drew out from the Rocky Stones 
> 
> Fibres of Life to Weave for every Female is a Golden Loom 
> 
> The Rocks are opake hardnesses covering all Vegetated things 
> 
> And as they Wove & Cut from the Looms in various divisions 
> 
> Stretching over Europe & Asia from Ireland to Japan 
> 
> They divided into many lovely Daughters to be counterparts 
> 
> To those they Wove, for when they Wove a Male, they divided 
> 
> Into a Female to the Woven Male. in opake hardness
> 
> They cut the Fibres from the Rocks groaning in pain they Weave; 
> 
> Calling the Rocks Atomic Origins of Existence; denying Eternity 
> 
> By the Atheistical Epicurean Philosophy of Albions Tree 
> 
> Such are the Feminine & Masculine when separated from Man 
> 
> They call the Rocks Parents of Men, & adore the frowning Chaos 
> 
> Dancing around in howling pain clothed in the bloody Veil.
> 
> Hiding Albions Sons within the Veil, closing Jerusalems 
> 
> Sons without; to feed with their Souls the Spectres of Albion 
> 
> Ashamed to give Love openly to the piteous & merciful Man 
> 
> Counting him an imbecile mockery: but the Warrior
> 
> They adore: & his revenge cherish with the blood of the Innocent 
> 
> They drink up Dan & Gad, to feed with milk Skofeld & Kotope 
> 
> They strip off Josephs Coat & dip it in the blood of battle
> 
> Tirzah sits weeping to hear the shrieks of the dying: her Knife 
> 
> Of flint is in her hand: she passes it over the howling Victim 
> 
> The Daughters Weave their Work in loud cries over the Rock 
> 
> Of Horeb! still eyeing Albions Cliffs eagerly siezing & twisting 
> 
> The threads of Vala & Jerusalem running from mountain to mountain 
> 
> Over the whole Earth: loud the Warriors rage in Beth Peor 
> 
> Beneath the iron whips of their Captains & consecrated banners 
> 
> Loud the Sun & Moon rage in the conflict: loud the Stars 
> 
> Shout in the night of battle & their spears grow to their hands 
> 
> With blood, weaving the deaths of the Mighty into a Tabernacle 
> 
> For Rahab & Tirzah; till the Great Polypus of Generation coverd the Earth
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In Verulam the Polypus's Head, winding around his bulk 
> 
> Thro Rochester, and Chichester, & Exeter & Salisbury, 
> 
> To Bristol: & his Heart beat strong on Salisbury Plain 
> 
> Shooting out Fibres round the Earth, thro Gaul & Italy 
> 
> And Greece, & along the Sea of Rephaim into Judea 
> 
> To Sodom & Gomorrha: thence to India, China & Japan
> 
> The Twelve Daughters in Rahab & Tirzah have circumscribd the Brain 
> 
> Beneath & pierced it thro the midst with a golden pin.
> 
> Blood hath staind her fair side beneath her bosom.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O thou poor Human Form! said she. O thou poor child of woe!
> 
> Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah: why me compel to bind thee 
> 
> If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon these Rocks 
> 
> These fibres of thine eyes that used to beam in distant heavens 
> 
> Away from me: I have bound down with a hot iron.
> 
> These nostrils that expanded with delight in morning skies 
> 
> I have bent downward with lead melted in my roaring furnaces 
> 
> Of affliction; of love; of sweet despair; of torment unendurable 
> 
> My soul is seven furnaces, incessant roars the bellows 
> 
> Upon my terribly flaming heart, the molten metal runs 
> 
> In channels thro my fiery limbs: O love! O pity! O fear!
> 
> O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken 
> 
> Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran 
> 
> The River Kanah wanderd by my sweet Manassehs side
> 
> To see the boy spring into heavens sounding from my sight!
> 
> Go Noah fetch the girdle of strong brass, heat it red-hot: 
> 
> Press it around the loins of this ever expanding cruelty 
> 
> Shriek not so my only love! I refuse thy joys: I drink 
> 
> Thy shrieks because Hand & Hyle are cruel & obdurate to me
> 
> O Skofield why art thou cruel? Lo Joseph is thine! to make 
> 
> You One: to weave you both in the same mantle of skin 
> 
> Bind him down Sisters bind him down on Ebal. Mount of cursing: 
> 
> Malah come forth from Lebanon: & Hoglah from Mount Sinai: 
> 
> Come circumscribe this tongue of sweets & with a screw of iron 
> 
> Fasten this ear into the rock! Milcah the task is thine 
> 
> Weep not so Sisters! weep not so! our life depends on this 
> 
> Or mercy & truth are fled away from Shechem & Mount Gilead 
> 
> Unless my beloved is bound upon the Stems of Vegetation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And thus the Warriors cry, in the hot day of Victory, in Songs.
> 
> Look: the beautiful Daughter of Albion sits naked upon the 
> 
> Stone Her panting Victim beside her: her heart is drunk with blood 
> 
> Tho her brain is not drunk with wine: she goes forth from 
> 
> Albion In pride of beauty: in cruelty of holiness: in the brightness 
> 
> Of her tabernacle, & her ark & secret place, the beautiful Daughter 
> 
> Of Albion, delights the eyes of the Kings. their hearts & the 
> 
> Hearts of their Warriors glow hot before Thor & Friga. O Molech!
> 
> O Chemosh! O Bacchus! O Venus! O Double God of Generation 
> 
> The Heavens are cut like a mantle around from the Cliffs of Albion 
> 
> Across Europe; across Africa; in howlings & deadly War 
> 
> A sheet & veil & curtain of blood is let down from Heaven 
> 
> Across the hills of Ephraim & down Mount Olivet to 
> 
> The Valley of the Jebusite: Molech rejoices in heaven 
> 
> He sees the Twelve Daughters naked upon the Twelve Stones
> 
> Themselves condensing to rocks & into the Ribs of a Man 
> 
> Lo they shoot forth in tender Nerves across Europe & Asia 
> 
> Lo they rest upon the Tribes, where their panting Victims lie 
> 
> Molech rushes into the Kings in love to the beautiful Daughters 
> 
> But they frown & delight in cruelty, refusing all other joy 
> 
> Bring your Offerings, your first begotten: pamperd with milk & blood 
> 
> Your first born of seven years old: be they Males or Females: 
> 
> To the beautiful Daughters of Albion! they sport before the Kings 
> 
> Clothed in the sin of the Victim! blood! human blood! is the life 
> 
> And delightful food of the Warrior: the well fed Warriors flesh 
> 
> Of him who is slain in War: fills the Valleys of Ephraim with 
> 
> Breeding Women walking in pride & bringing forth under green trees 
> 
> With pleasure, without pain, for their food is. blood of the Captive 
> 
> Molech rejoices thro the Land from Havilah to Shur: he rejoices 
> 
> In moral law & its severe penalties: loud Shaddai & Jehovah 
> 
> Thunder above: when they see the Twelve panting Victims 
> 
> On the Twelve Stones of Power, & the beautiful Daughters of Albion 
> 
> If you dare rend their Veil with your Spear; you are healed of Love!
> 
> From the Hills of Camberwell & Wimbledon: from the Valleys 
> 
> Of Walton & Esher: from Stone-henge & from Maldens Cove 
> 
> Jerusalems Pillars fall in the rendings of fierce War 
> 
> Over France & Germany: upon the Rhine & Danube 
> 
> Reuben & Benjamin flee; they hide in the Valley of Rephaim 
> 
> Why trembles the Warriors limbs when he beholds thy beauty 
> 
> Spotted with Victims blood: by the fires of thy secret tabernacle 
> 
> And thy ark & holy place: at thy frowns: at thy dire revenge 
> 
> Smitten as Uzzah of old: his armour is softend; his spear 
> 
> And sword faint in his hand, from Albion across Great Tartary 
> 
> O beautiful Daughter of Albion: cruelty is thy delight 
> 
> O Virgin of terrible eyes, who dwellest by Valleys of springs 
> 
> Beneath the Mountains of Lebanon, in the City of Rehob in Hamath 
> 
> Taught to touch the harp: to dance in the Circle of Warriors 
> 
> Before the Kings of Canaan: to cut the flesh from the Victim 
> 
> To roast the flesh in fire: to examine the Infants limbs 
> 
> In cruelties of holiness: to refuse the joys of love: to bring 
> 
> The Spies from Egypt, to raise jealousy in the bosoms of the 
> 
> Twelve Kings of Canaan: then to let the Spies depart to Meribah Kadesh 
> 
> To the place of the Amalekite; I am drunk with unsatiated love 
> 
> I must rush again to War: for the Virgin has frownd & refusd 
> 
> Sometimes I curse & sometimes bless thy fascinating beauty 
> 
> Once Man was occupied in intellectual pleasures & energies 
> 
> But now my soul is harrowd with grief & fear & love & desire 
> 
> And now I hate & now I love & Intellect is no more: 
> 
> There is no time for any thing but the torments of love & desire 
> 
> The Feminine & Masculine Shadows soft, mild & ever varying 
> 
> In beauty: are Shadows now no more, but Rocks in Horeb
> 
> Then all the Males combined into One Male & every one 
> 
> Became a ravening eating Cancer growing in the Female 
> 
> A Polypus of Roots of Reasoning Doubt Despair & Death.
> 
> Going forth & returning from Albions Rocks to Canaan: 
> 
> Devouring Jerusalem from every Nation of the Earth.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Envying stood the enormous Form at variance with Itself 
> 
> In all its Members: in eternal torment of love & jealousy: 
> 
> Drivn forth by Los time after time from Albions cliffy shore, 
> 
> Drawing the free loves of Jerusalem into infernal bondage; 
> 
> That they might be born in contentions of Chastity & in 
> 
> Deadly Hate between Leah & Rachel, Daughters of Deceit & Fraud 
> 
> Bearing the Images of various Species of Contention
> 
> And Jealousy & Abhorrence & Revenge & deadly Murder.
> 
> Till they refuse liberty to the male; & not like Beulah 
> 
> Where every Female delights to give her maiden to her husband 
> 
> The Female searches sea & land for gratification to the 
> 
> Male Genius: who in return clothes her in gems & gold 
> 
> And feeds her with the food of Eden. hence all her beauty beams 
> 
> She Creates at her will a little moony night & silence 
> 
> With Spaces of sweet gardens & a tent of elegant beauty: 
> 
> Closed in by a sandy desart & a night of stars shining.
> 
> And a little tender moon & hovering angels on the wing.
> 
> And the Male gives a Time & Revolution to her Space 
> 
> Till the time of love is passed in ever varying delights 
> 
> For All Things Exist in the Human Imagination
> 
> And thence in Beulah they are stolen by secret amorous theft, 
> 
> Till they have had Punishment enough to make them commit Crimes 
> 
> Hence rose the Tabernacle in the Wilderness & all its Offerings, 
> 
> From Male & Female Loves in Beulah & their Jealousies 
> 
> But no one can consummate Female bliss in Los's World without 
> 
> Becoming a Generated Mortal, a Vegetating Death
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And now the Spectres of the Dead awake in Beulah: all 
> 
> The Jealousies become Murderous: uniting together in Rahab 
> 
> A Religion of Chastity, forming a Commerce to sell Loves 
> 
> With Moral Law, an Equal Balance, not going down with decision 
> 
> Therefore the Male severe & cruel filld with stern Revenge: 
> 
> Mutual Hate returns & mutual Deceit & mutual Fear.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Hence the Infernal Veil grows in the disobedient Female: 
> 
> Which Jesus rends & the whole Druid Law removes away 
> 
> From the Inner Sanctuary: a False Holiness hid within the Center, 
> 
> For the Sanctuary of Eden. is in the Camp: in the Outline, 
> 
> In the Circumference: & every Minute Particular is Holy: 
> 
> Embraces are Cominglings: from the Head even to the Feet; 
> 
> And not a pompous High Priest entering by a Secret Place.
> 
> Jerusalem pined in her inmost soul over Wandering Reuben 
> 
> As she slept in Beulahs Night hid by the Daughters of Beulah
> 
> And this the form of mighty Hand sitting on Albions cliffs 
> 
> Before the face of Albion, a mighty threatning Form.
> 
> His bosom wide & shoulders huge overspreading wondrous 
> 
> Bear Three strong sinewy Necks & Three awful & terrible Heads 
> 
> Three Brains in contradictory council brooding incessantly.
> 
> Neither daring to put in act its councils, fearing each-other, 
> 
> Therefore rejecting Ideas as nothing & holding all Wisdom 
> 
> To consist. in the agreements & disagree[me]nts of Ideas.
> 
> Plotting to devour Albions Body of Humanity & Love.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Such Form the aggregate of the Twelve Sons of Albion took; & such 
> 
> Their appearance when combind: but often by birth-pangs & loud groans 
> 
> They divide to Twelve: the key-bones & the chest dividing in pain 
> 
> Disclose a hideous orifice; thence issuing the Giant-brood 
> 
> Arise as the smoke of the furnace, shaking the rocks from sea to sea.
> 
> And there they combine into Three Forms, named Bacon & Newton & Locke, 
> 
> In the Oak Groves of Albion which overspread all the Earth.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Imputing Sin & Righteousness to Individuals; Rahab 
> 
> Sat deep within him hid: his Feminine Power unreveal'd 
> 
> Brooding Abstract Philosophy. to destroy Imagination, the Divine-
> 
> -Humanity A Threefold Wonder: feminine: most beautiful: 
> 
> Threefold Each within other. On her white marble & even Neck, her Heart 
> 
> Inorb'd and bonified: with locks of shadowing modesty, shining 
> 
> Over her beautiful Female features, soft flourishing in beauty 
> 
> Beams mild, all love and all perfection, that when the lips 
> 
> Recieve a kiss from Gods or Men, a threefold kiss returns 
> 
> From the pressd loveliness: so her whole immortal form threefold 
> 
> Threefold embrace returns: consuming lives of Gods & Men 
> 
> In fires of beauty melting them as gold & silver in the furnace 
> 
> Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins 
> 
> To put in act what her Heart wills; O who can withstand her power 
> 
> Her name is Vala in Eternity: in Time her name is Rahab
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Starry Heavens all were fled from the mighty limbs of Albion
> 
> And above Albions Land was seen the Heavenly Canaan
> 
> As the Substance is to the Shadow: and above Albions Twelve Sons 
> 
> Were seen Jerusalems Sons: and all the Twelve Tribes spreading 
> 
> Over Albion. As the Soul is to the Body, so Jerusalems Sons, 
> 
> Are to the Sons of Albion: and Jerusalem is Albions Emanation
> 
>   
> 
> 
> What is Above is Within, for every-thing in Eternity is translucent: 
> 
> The Circumference is Within: Without, is formed the Selfish Center 
> 
> And the Circumference still expands going forward to Eternity.
> 
> And the Center has Eternal States! these States we now explore.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And these the Names of Albions Twelve Sons, & of his Twelve Daughters 
> 
> With their Districts. Hand dwelt in Selsey & had Sussex & Surrey 
> 
> And Kent & Middlesex: all their Rivers & their Hills, of flocks & herds: 
> 
> Their Villages Towns Cities SeaPorts Temples sublime Cathedrals; 
> 
> All were his Friends & their Sons & Daughters intermarry in Beulah 
> 
> For all are Men in Eternity. Rivers Mountains Cities Villages, 
> 
> All are Human & when you enter into their Bosoms you walk 
> 
> In Heavens & Earths; as in your own Bosom you bear your Heaven 
> 
> And Earth, & all you behold, tho it appears Without it is Within 
> 
> In your Imagination of which this World of Mortality is but a Shadow.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Hyle dwelt in Winchester comprehending Hants Dorset Devon Cornwall.
> 
> Their Villages Cities SeaPorts, their Corn fields & Gardens spacious 
> 
> Palaces, Rivers & Mountains, and between Hand & Hyle arose 
> 
> Gwendolen & Cambel who is Boadicea: they go abroad & return 
> 
> Like lovely beams of light from the mingled affections of the Brothers 
> 
> The Inhabitants of the whole Earth rejoice in their beautiful light.
> 
> Coban dwelt in Bath. Somerset Wiltshire Gloucestershire, 
> 
> Obeyd his awful voice Ignoge is his lovely Emanation; 
> 
> She adjoind with Gwantokes Children, soon lovely Cordella arose.
> 
> Gwantoke forgave & joyd over South Wales & all its Mountains.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Peachey had North Wales Shropshire Cheshire & the Isle of Man.
> 
> His Emanation is Mehetabel terrible & lovely upon the Mountains
> 
> Brertun had Yorkshire Durham Westmoreland & his Emanation 
> 
> Is Ragan, she adjoind to Slade, & produced Gonorill far beaming.
> 
> Slade had Lincoln Stafford Derby Nottingham & his lovely 
> 
> Emanation Gonorill rejoices over hills & rocks & woods & rivers.
> 
> Huttn had Warwick Northampton Bedford Buckingham
> 
> Leicester & Berkshire: & his Emanation is Gwinefred beautiful
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Skofeld had Ely Rutland Cambridge Huntingdon Norfolk
> 
> Suffolk Hartford & Essex: & his Emanation is Gwinevera 
> 
> Beautiful, she beams towards the east, all kinds of precious stones 
> 
> And pearl, with instruments Of music in holy Jerusalem
> 
> Kox had Oxford Warwick Wilts: his Emanation is Estrild: 
> 
> Joind with Cordella she shines southward over the Atlantic.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Kotope had Hereford Stafford Worcester, & his Emanation 
> 
> Is Sabrina joind with Mehetabel she shines west over America
> 
> Bowen had all Scotland, the Isles, Northumberland & Cumberland 
> 
> His Emanation is Conwenna, she shines a triple form
> 
> Over the north with pearly beams gorgeous & terrible 
> 
> Jerusalem & Vala rejoice in Bowen & Conwenna.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But the Four Sons of Jerusalem that never were Generated 
> 
> Are Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion. 
> 
> They Dwell over the Four Provinces of Ireland in heavenly light 
> 
> The Four Universities of Scotland, & in Oxford & Cambridge & Winchester
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But now Albion is darkened & Jerusalem lies in ruins: 
> 
> Above the Mountains of Albion, above the head of Los.
> 
> And Los shouted with ceaseless shoutings & his tears poured down 
> 
> His immortal cheeks, rearing his hands to heaven for aid Divine!
> 
> But he spoke not to Albion: fearing lest Albion should turn his Back 
> 
> Against the Divine Vision: & fall over the Precipice of Eternal Death.
> 
> But he receded before Albion & before Vala weaving the Veil 
> 
> With the iron shuttle of War among the rooted Oaks of Albion; 
> 
> Weeping & shouting to the Lord day & night; and his Children 
> 
> Wept round him as a flock silent Seven Days of Eternity
> 
> And the Thirty-two Counties of the Four Provinces of Ireland 
> 
> Are thus divided: The Four Counties are in the Four Camps 
> 
> Munster South in Reubens Gate, Connaut West in Josephs Gate 
> 
> Ulster North in Dans Gate, Leinster East in Judahs Gate
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For Albion in Eternity has Sixteen Gates among his Pillars 
> 
> But the Four towards the West were Walled up & the Twelve 
> 
> That front the Four other Points were turned Four Square 
> 
> By Los for Jerusalems sake & called the Gates of Jerusalem 
> 
> Because Twelve Sons of Jerusalem fled successive thro the Gates 
> 
> But the Four Sons of Jerusalem who fled not but remaind 
> 
> Are Rintrah & Palamabron & Theotormon & Bromion 
> 
> The Four that remain with Los to guard the Western Wall 
> 
> And these Four remain to guard the Four Walls of Jerusalem 
> 
> Whose foundations remain in the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland 
> 
> And in Twelve Counties of Wales, & in the Forty Counties 
> 
> Of England & in the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland
> 
> And the names of the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland are these 
> 
> Under Judah & Issachar & Zebulun are Lowth Longford 
> 
> Eastmeath Westmeath Dublin Kildare Kings County
> 
> Queens County Wicklow Catherloh Wexford Kilkenny
> 
> And those under Reuben & Simeon & Levi are these 
> 
> Waterford Tipperary Cork Limerick Kerry Clare
> 
> And those under Ephraim Manasseh & Benjamin are these 
> 
> Galway Roscommon Mayo Sligo Leitrim
> 
> And those under Dan Asher & Napthali are these
> 
> Donnegal Antrim Tyrone Fermanagh Armagh Londonderry
> 
> Down Managhan Cavan. These are the Land of Erin
> 
> All these Center in London & in Golgonooza. from whence 
> 
> They are Created continually East & West & North & South 
> 
> And from them are Created all the Nations of the Earth 
> 
> Europe & Asia & Africa & America, in fury Fourfold!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Inscribed on image:]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Continually Building. Continually Decaying because of Love & Jealousy
> 
> And Thirty-two the Nations: to dwell in Jerusalems Gates 
> 
> O Come ye Nations Come ye People Come up to Jerusalem 
> 
> Return Jerusalem & dwell together as of old! Return 
> 
> Return! O Albion let Jerusalem overspread all Nations 
> 
> As in the times of old! O Albion awake! Reuben wanders 
> 
> The Nations wait for Jerusalem. they look up for the Bride
> 
>   
> 
> 
> France Spain Italy Germany Poland Russia Sweden Turkey 
> 
> Arabia Palestine Persia Hindostan China Tartary Siberia 
> 
> Egypt Lybia Ethiopia Guinea Caffraria Negroland Morocco 
> 
> Congo Zaara Canada Greenland Carolina Mexico
> 
> Peru Patagonia Amazonia Brazil. Thirty-two Nations
> 
> And under these Thirty-two Classes of Islands in the Ocean 
> 
> All the Nations Peoples & Tongues throughout all the Earth
> 
> And the Four Gates of Los surround the Universe Within and 
> 
> Without; & whatever is visible in the Vegetable Earth, the same 
> 
> Is visible in the Mundane Shell; reversd in mountain & vale 
> 
> And a Son of Eden was set over each Daughter of Beulah to guard 
> 
> In Albions Tomb the wondrous Creation: & the Fourfold Gate 
> 
> Towards Beulah is to the South Fenelon, Guion, Teresa, 
> 
> Whitefield & Hervey, guard that Gate; with all the gentle Souls 
> 
> Who guide the great Wine-press of Love; Four precious stones that Gate:
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Inscribed on image, in reverse script:]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Women the comforters of Men become the
> 
> Tormentors & Punishers
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Such are Cathedrons golden Halls: in the City of Golgonooza
> 
> And Los's Furnaces howl loud; living: self-moving: lamenting 
> 
> With fury & despair, & they stretch from South to North 
> 
> Thro all the Four Points: Lo! the Labourers at the Furnaces 
> 
> Rintrah & Palamabron, Theotormon & Bromion, loud labring 
> 
> With the innumerable multitudes of Golgonooza, round the Anvils 
> 
> Of Death. But how they came forth from the Furnaces & how long 
> 
> Vast & severe the anguish eer they knew their Father; were 
> 
> Long to tell & of the iron rollers, golden axle-trees & yokes 
> 
> Of brass, iron chains & braces & the gold, silver & brass 
> 
> Mingled or separate: for swords; arrows; cannons; mortars 
> 
> The terrible ball: the wedge: the loud sounding hammer of destruction 
> 
> The sounding flail to thresh: the winnow: to winnow kingdoms 
> 
> The water wheel & mill of many innumerable wheels resistless 
> 
> Over the Four fold Monarchy from Earth to the Mundane Shell.
> 
> Perusing Albions Tomb in the starry characters of Og & Anak: 
> 
> To Create the lion & wolf the bear: the tyger & ounce: 
> 
> To Create the wooly lamb & downy fowl & scaly serpent 
> 
> The summer & winter: day & night: the sun & moon & stars 
> 
> The tree: the plant: the flower: the rock: the stone: the metal: 
> 
> Of Vegetative Nature: by their hard restricting condensations.
> 
> Where Luvahs World of Opakeness grew to a period: It
> 
> Became a Limit, a Rocky hardness without form & void 
> 
> Accumulating without end: here Los. who is of the Elohim 
> 
> Opens the Furnaces of affliction in the Emanation
> 
> Fixing The Sexual into an ever-prolific Generation
> 
> Naming the Limit of Opakeness Satan & the Limit of Contraction 
> 
> Adam, who is Peleg & Joktan: & Esau & Jacob: & Saul & David
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Voltaire insinuates that these Limits are the cruel work of God 
> 
> Mocking the Remover of Limits & the Resurrection of the Dead 
> 
> Setting up Kings in wrath: in holiness of Natural Religion 
> 
> Which Los with his mighty Hammer demolishes time on time 
> 
> In miracles & wonders in the Fourfold Desart of Albion 
> 
> Permanently Creating to be in Time Reveald & Demolishd 
> 
> Satan Cain Tubal Nimrod Pharoh Priam Bladud Belin
> 
> Arthur Alfred the Norman Conqueror Richard John
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Edward Henry Elizabeth James Charles William George]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And all the Kings & Nobles of the Earth & all their Glories 
> 
> These are Created by Rahab & Tirzah in Ulro: but around
> 
> These, to preserve them from Eternal Death Los Creates 
> 
> Adam Noah Abraham Moses Samuel David Ezekiel
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Pythagoras Socrates Euripedes Virgil Dante Milton]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Dissipating the rocky forms of Death, by his thunderous Hammer 
> 
> As the Pilgrim passes while the Country permanent remains 
> 
> So Men pass on: but States remain permanent for ever
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Spectres of the Dead howl round the porches of Los 
> 
> In the terrible Family feuds of Albions cities & villages 
> 
> To devour the Body of Albion, hungring & thirsting & ravning 
> 
> The Sons of Los clothe them & feed, & provide houses & gardens 
> 
> And every Human Vegetated Form in its inward recesses 
> 
> Is a house of ple[as]antness & a garden of delight Built by the 
> 
> Sons & Daughters of Los in Bowlahoola & in Cathedron
> 
> From London to York & Edinburgh the Furnaces rage terrible 
> 
> Primrose Hill is the mouth of the Furnace & the Iron Door;
> 
> The Four Zoa's clouded rage; Urizen stood by Albion
> 
> With Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion 
> 
> These Four are Verulam & London & York & Edinburgh 
> 
> And the Four Zoa's are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona 
> 
> In opposition deadly, and their Wheels in poisonous
> 
> And deadly stupor turn'd against each other loud & fierce 
> 
> Entering into the Reasoning Power, forsaking Imagination 
> 
> They became Spectres; & their Human Bodies were reposed 
> 
> In Beulah, by the Daughters of Beulah with tears & lamentations 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Spectre is the Reasoning Power in Man; & when separated 
> 
> From Imagination, and closing itself as in steel, in a Ratio 
> 
> Of the Things of Memory. It thence frames Laws & Moralities 
> 
> To destroy Imagination! the Divine Body, by Martyrdoms & Wars
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Teach me O Holy Spirit the Testimony of Jesus! let me 
> 
> Comprehend wonderous things out of the Divine Law
> 
> I behold Babylon in the opening Street of London, 
> 
> I behold Jerusalem in ruins wandering about from house to house 
> 
> This I behold the shudderings of death attend my steps 
> 
> I walk up and down in Six Thousand Years: their Events are present before me 
> 
> To tell how Los in grief & anger, whirling round his Hammer on high 
> 
> Drave the Sons & Daughters of Albion from their ancient mountains 
> 
> They became the Twelve Gods of Asia Opposing the Divine Vision
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Sons of Albion are Twelve: the Sons of Jerusalem Sixteen 
> 
> I tell how Albions Sons by Harmonies of Concords & Discords 
> 
> Opposed to Melody, and by Lights & Shades, opposed to Outline 
> 
> And by Abstraction opposed to the Visions of Imagination
> 
> By cruel Laws divided Sixteen into Twelve Divisions
> 
> How Hyle roofd Los in Albions Cliffs by the Affections rent 
> 
> Asunder & opposed to Thought, to draw Jerusalems Sons 
> 
> Into the Vortex of his Wheels. therefore Hyle is called Gog 
> 
> Age after age drawing them away towards Babylon
> 
> Babylon, the Rational Morality deluding to death the little ones 
> 
> In strong temptations of stolen beauty; I tell how Reuben slept 
> 
> On London Stone & the Daughters of Albion ran around admiring 
> 
> His awful beauty: with Moral Virtue the fair deciever; offspring 
> 
> Of Good & Evil, they divided him in love upon the Thames & sent 
> 
> Him over Europe in streams of gore out of Cathedrons Looms 
> 
> How Los drave them from Albion & they became Daughters of Canaan 
> 
> Hence Albion was calld the Canaanite & all his Giant Sons.
> 
> Hence is my Theme. O Lord my Saviour open thou the Gates 
> 
> And I will lead forth thy Words, telling how the Daughters 
> 
> Cut the Fibres of Reuben, how he rolld apart & took Root 
> 
> In Bashan, terror-struck Albions Sons look toward Bashan 
> 
> They have divided Simeon he also rolld apart in blood 
> 
> Over the Nations till he took Root beneath the shining Looms 
> 
> Of Albions Daughters in Philistea by the side of Amalek 
> 
> They have divided Levi: he hath shot out into Forty eight Roots 
> 
> Over the Land of Canaan: they have divided Judah
> 
> He hath took Root in Hebron, in the Land of Hand & Hyle 
> 
> Dan: Napthali: Gad: Asher: Issachar: Zebulun: roll apart 
> 
> From all the Nations of the Earth to dissipate into Non Entity
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I see a Feminine Form arise from the Four terrible Zoas 
> 
> Beautiful but terrible struggling to take a form of beauty 
> 
> Rooted in Shechem: this is Dinah, the youthful form of Erin 
> 
> The Wound I see in South Molton S[t]reet & Stratford place 
> 
> Whence Joseph & Benjamin rolld apart away from the Nations 
> 
> In vain they rolld apart; they are fixd into the Land of Cabul
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Rahab Babylon the Great hath destroyed Jerusalem
> 
> Bath stood upon the Severn with Merlin & Bladud & Arthur 
> 
> The Cup of Rahab in his hand: her Poisons Twenty-seven-fold
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And all her Twenty-seven Heavens now hid & now reveal'd 
> 
> Appear in strong delusive light of Time & Space drawn out 
> 
> In shadowy pomp by the Eternal Prophet created evermore
> 
> For Los in Six Thousand Years walks up & down continually 
> 
> That not one Moment of Time be lost & every revolution 
> 
> Of Space he makes permanent in Bowlahoola & Cathedron.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And these the names of the Twenty-seven Heavens & their Churches 
> 
> Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel, Jared, Enoch,
> 
> Methuselah, Lamech; these are the Giants mighty, Hermaphroditic 
> 
> Noah, Shem, Arphaxad, Cainan the Second, Salah, Heber, 
> 
> Peleg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah: these are the Female Males: 
> 
> A Male within a Female hid as in an Ark & Curtains.
> 
> Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, 
> 
> Luther. these Seven are the Male Females: the Dragon Forms 
> 
> The Female hid within a Male: thus Rahab is reveald
> 
> Mystery Babylon the Great: the Abomination of Desolation 
> 
> Religion hid in War: a Dragon red, & hidden Harlot 
> 
> But Jesus breaking thro' the Central Zones of Death & Hell 
> 
> Opens Eternity in Time & Space; triumphant in Mercy
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus are the Heavens formd by Los within the Mundane Shell 
> 
> And where Luther ends Adam begins again in Eternal Circle 
> 
> To awake the Prisoners of Death; to bring Albion again 
> 
> With Luvah into light eternal, in his eternal day.
> 
> But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion

### To the Christians.

> Devils are
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> False Religions 
> 
> "Saul Saul" 
> 
> "Why persecutest thou me." 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I give you the end of a golden string,  
> 
> 
> Only wind it into a ball:  
> 
> 
> It will lead you in at Heavens gate,  
> 
> 
> Built in Jerusalems wall.  
> 
> 
>   
>

We are told to abstain from fleshly desires that we may lose no time from the Work of the Lord. Every moment lost, is a moment that cannot be redeemed every pleasure that intermingles with the duty of our station is a folly unredeemable & is planted like the seed of a wild flower among our wheat. All the tortures of repentance. are tortures of self-reproach on account of our leaving the Divine Harvest to the Enemy, the struggles of intanglement with incoherent roots. I know of no other Christianity and of no other Gospel than the liberty both of body & mind to exercise the Divine Arts of Imagination.

Imagination the real & eternal World of which this Vegetable Universe is but a faint shadow & in which we shall live in our Eternal or Imaginative Bodies, when these Vegetable Mortal Bodies are no more. The Apostles knew of no other Gospel. What were all their spiritual gifts? What is the Divine Spirit? is the Holy Ghost an other than an Intellectual Fountain? What is the Harvest of the Gospel & its Labours? What is that Talent which it is a curse to hide? What are the Treasures of Heaven which we are to lay up for ourselves, are they any other than Mental Studies & Performances? What are all the Gifts. of the Gospel, are they not all Mental Gifts? Is God a Spirit who must be worshipped in Spirit & in Truth and are not the Gifts of the Spirit Every-thing to Man? O ye Religious discountenance every one among you who shall pretend to despise Art & Science! I call upon you in the Name of Jesus! What is the Life of Man but Art & Science? is it Meat & Drink? is not the Body more than Raiment? What is Mortality but the things relating to the Body, which Dies? What is Immortality but the things relating to the Spirit, which Lives Eternally! What is the joy of Heaven but Improvement in the things of the Spirit? What are the Pains of Hell but Ignorance, Bodily Lust, Idleness & devastation of the things of the Spirit Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labours of Art & Science, which alone are the labours of the Gospel: Is not this plain & manifest to the thought? Can you think at all & not pronounce heartily! That to Labour in Knowledge. is to Build up Jerusalem: and to Despise Knowledge, is to Despise Jerusalem & her Builders. And remember: He who despises & mocks a Mental Gift in another; calling it pride & selfishness & sin; mocks Jesus the giver of every Mental Gift, which always appear to the ignorance-loving Hypocrite, as Sins. but that which is a Sin in the sight of cruel Man, is not so in the sight of our kind God. Let every Christian as much as in him lies engage himself openly & publicly before all the World in some Mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem

> I stood among my valleys of the south
> 
> And saw a flame of fire, even as a Wheel
> 
> Of fire surrounding all the heavens: it went
> 
> From west to cast against the current of
> 
> Creation and devourd all things in its loud
> 
> Fury & thundering course round heaven & earth 
> 
> By it the Sun was rolld into an orb:
> 
> By it the Moon faded into a globe,
> 
> Travelling thro the night: for from its dire
> 
> And restless fury, Man himself shrunk up
> 
> Into a little root a fathom long.
> 
> And I asked a Watcher & a Holy-One
> 
> Its Name? he answerd. It is the Wheel of Religion
> 
> I wept & said. Is this the law of Jesus
> 
> This terrible devouring sword turning every way
> 
> He answerd; Jesus died because he strove
> 
> Against the current of this Wheel: its Name
> 
> Is Caiaphas, the dark Preacher of Death
> 
> Of sin, of sorrow, & of punishment;
> 
> Opposing Nature! It is Natural Religion
> 
> But Jesus is the bright Preacher of Life
> 
> Creating Nature from this fiery Law,
> 
> By self-denial & forgiveness of Sin.
> 
> Go therefore, cast out devils in Christs name
> 
> Heal thou the sick of spiritual disease
> 
> Pity the evil, for thou art not sent
> 
> To smite with terror & with punishments
> 
> Those that are sick, like the Pharisees
> 
> Crucifying &,encompassing sea & land
> 
> For proselytes to tyranny & wrath,
> 
> But to the Publicans & Harlots go!
> 
> Teach them True Happiness, but let no curse
> 
> Go forth out of thy mouth to blight their peace
> 
> For Hell is opend to heaven; thine eyes beheld
> 
> The dungeons burst & the Prisoners set free.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> England! awake! awake! awake!
> 
> Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
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> Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death?
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> And close her from thy ancient walls.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thy hills & valleys felt her feet,
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> Gently upon their bosoms move:
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> Thy gates beheld sweet Zions ways;
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> Then was a time of joy and love.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And now the time returns again:
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> Our souls exult & Londons towers,
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> Recieve the Lamb of God to dwell
> 
> In Englands green & pleasant bowers.
> 
>   
>

#### Chap: 4

> The Spectres of Albions Twelve Sons revolve mightily
> 
> Over the Tomb & over the Body: ravning to devour
> 
> The Sleeping Humanity. Los with his mace of iron
> 
> Walks round: loud his threats, loud his blows fall
> 
> On the rocky Spectres, as the Potter breaks the potsherds; 
> 
> Dashing in pieces Self-righteousnesses: driving them from 
> 
> Albions Cliffs: dividing them into Male & Female forms in his Furnaces 
> 
> And on his Anvils: lest they destroy the Feminine Affections 
> 
> They are broken. Loud howl the Spectres in his iron Furnace
> 
>   
> 
> 
> While Los laments at his dire labours, viewing Jerusalem, 
> 
> Sitting before his Furnaces clothed in sackcloth of hair; 
> 
> Albions Twelve Sons surround the Forty-two Gates of Erin,
> 
> In terrible armour, raging against the Lamb & against Jerusalem, 
> 
> Surrounding them with armies to destroy the Lamb of God.
> 
> They took their Mother Vala, and they crown'd her with gold: 
> 
> They namd her Rahab, & gave her power over the Earth 
> 
> The Concave Earth round Golgonooza in Entuthon Benython, 
> 
> Even to the stars exalting her Throne, to build beyond the Throne 
> 
> Of God and the Lamb, to destroy the Lamb & usurp the Throne of God 
> 
> Drawing their Ulro Voidness round the Fourfold Humanity
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Naked Jerusalem lay before the Gates upon Mount Zion
> 
> The Hill of Giants, all her foundations levelld with the dust!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Her Twelve Gates thrown down: her children carried into captivity 
> 
> Herself in chains: this from within was seen in a dismal night 
> 
> Outside, unknown before in Beulah, & the twelve gates were fill'd 
> 
> With blood; from Japan eastward to the Giants causway, west 
> 
> In Erins Continent: and Jerusalem wept upon Euphrates banks 
> 
> Disorganizd; an evanescent shade, scarce seen or heard among 
> 
> Her childrens Druid Temples dropping with blood wanderd weeping!
> 
> And thus her voice went forth in the darkness of Philisthea.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> My brother & my father are no more! God hath forsaken me 
> 
> The arrows of the Almighty pour upon me & my children 
> 
> I have sinned and am an outcast from the Divine Presence!
> 
> My tents are fall'n! My pillars are in ruins! my children dashd 
> 
> Upon Egypts iron floors, & the marble pavements of Assyria; 
> 
> I melt my soul in reasonings among the towers of Heshbon; 
> 
> Mount Zion is become a cruel rock & no more dew
> 
> Nor rain: no more the spring of the rock appears: but cold 
> 
> Hard & obdurate are the furrows of the mountain of wine & oil: 
> 
> The mountain of blessing is itself a curse & an astonishment: 
> 
> The hills of Judea are fallen with me into the deepest hell 
> 
> Away from the Nations of the Earth, & from the Cities of the Nations; 
> 
> I walk to Ephraim. I seek for Shiloh: I walk like a lost sheep 
> 
> Among precipices of despair: in Goshen I seek for light 
> 
> In vain: and in Gilead for a physician and a comforter.
> 
> Goshen hath followd Philistea: Gilead hath joind with Og!
> 
> They are become narrow places in a little and dark land: 
> 
> How distant far from Albion! his hills & his valleys no more 
> 
> Recieve the feet of Jerusalem: they have cast me quite away: 
> 
> And Albion is himself shrunk to a narrow rock in the midst of the sea!
> 
> The plains of Sussex & Surrey, their hills of flocks & herds 
> 
> No more seek to Jerusalem nor to the sound of my Holy-ones.
> 
> The Fifty-two Counties of England are hardend against me 
> 
> As if I was not their Mother, they despise me & cast me out 
> 
> London coverd the whole Earth. England encompassd the Nations:
> 
> And all the Nations of the Earth were seen in the Cities of Albion: 
> 
> My pillars reachd from sea to sea: London beheld me come 
> 
> From my east & from my west; he blessed me and gave 
> 
> His children to my breasts, his sons & daughters to my knees 
> 
> His aged parents sought me out in every city & village: 
> 
> They discernd my countenance with joy! they shewd me to their sons 
> 
> Saying Lo Jerusalem is here! she sitteth in our secret chambers 
> 
> Levi and Judah & Issachar: Ephra[i]m, Manesseh, Gad and Dan 
> 
> Are seen in our hills & valleys: they keep our flocks & herds: 
> 
> They watch them in the night: and the Lamb of God appears among us.
> 
> The river Severn stayd his course at my command:
> 
> Thames poured his waters into my basons and baths:
> 
> Medway mingled with Kishon: Thames recievd the heavenly Jordan 
> 
> Albion gave me to the whole Earth to walk up & down; to pour 
> 
> Joy upon every mountain; to teach songs to the shepherd & plowman 
> 
> I taught the ships of the sea to sing the songs of Zion.
> 
> Italy saw me, in sublime astonishment: France was wholly mine: 
> 
> As my garden & as my secret bath; Spain was my heavenly couch: 
> 
> I slept in his golden hills: the Lamb of God met me there.
> 
> There we walked as in our secret chamber among our little ones 
> 
> They looked upon our loves with joy: they beheld our secret joys: 
> 
> With holy raptures of adoration rapd sublime in the Visions of God: 
> 
> Germany; Poland & the North wooed my footsteps they found 
> 
> My gates in all their mountains & my curtains in all their vales 
> 
> The furniture of their houses was the furniture of my chamber 
> 
> Turkey & Grecia saw my instr[u]ments of music, they arose 
> 
> They siezd the harp: the flute: the mellow horn of Jerusalems joy 
> 
> They sounded thanksgivings in my courts: Egypt & Lybia heard 
> 
> The swarthy sons of Ethiopia stood round the Lamb of God 
> 
> Enquiring for Jerusalem: he led them up my steps to my altar: 
> 
> And thou America! I once beheld thee but now behold no more 
> 
> Thy golden mountains where my Cherubim & Seraphim rejoicd 
> 
> Together among my little-ones. But now, my Altars run with blood!
> 
> My fires are corrupt! my incense is a cloudy pestilence 
> 
> Of seven diseases! Once a continual cloud of salvation. rose 
> 
> From all my myriads; once the Fourfold World rejoicd among 
> 
> The pillars of Jerusalem, between my winged Cherubim: 
> 
> But now I am closd out from them in the narrow passages 
> 
> Of the valleys of destruction, into a dark land of pitch & bitumen.
> 
> From Albions Tomb afar and from the fourfold wonders of God 
> 
> Shrunk to a narrow doleful form in the dark land of Cabul; 
> 
> There is Reuben & Gad & Joseph & Judah & Levi, closd up 
> 
> In narrow vales: I walk & count the bones of my beloveds 
> 
> Along the Valley of Destruction, among these Druid Temples 
> 
> Which overspread all the Earth in patriarchal pomp & cruel pride
> 
> Tell me O Vala thy purposes; tell me wherefore thy shuttles 
> 
> Drop with the gore of the slain; why Euphrates is red with blood 
> 
> Wherefore in dreadful majesty & beauty outside appears 
> 
> Thy Masculine from thy Feminine hardening against the heavens 
> 
> To devour the Human! Why dost thou weep upon the wind among 
> 
> These cruel Druid Temples: O Vala! Humanity is far above 
> 
> Sexual organization; & the Visions of the Night of Beulah 
> 
> Where Sexes wander in dreams of bliss among the Emanations 
> 
> Where the Masculine & Feminine are nurs'd into Youth & Maiden 
> 
> By the tears & smiles of Beulahs Daughters till the time of Sleep is past.
> 
> Wherefore then do you realize these nets of beauty & delusion 
> 
> In open day to draw the souls of the Dead into the light.
> 
> Till Albion is shut out from every Nation under Heaven.
> 
> Encompassd by the frozen Net and by the rooted Tree
> 
> I walk weeping in pangs of a Mothers torment for her Children: 
> 
> I walk in affliction: I am a worm, and no living soul!
> 
> A worm going to eternal torment! raisd up in a night
> 
> To an eternal night of pain, lost! lost! lost! for ever!
> 
> Beside her Vala howld upon the winds in pride of beauty 
> 
> Lamenting among the timbrels of the Warriors: among the Captives 
> 
> In cruel holiness, and her lamenting songs were from Arnon 
> 
> And Jordan to Euphrates. Jerusalem followd trembling
> 
> Her children in captivity. listening to Valas lamentation 
> 
> In the thick cloud & darkness. & the voice went forth from 
> 
> The cloud. O rent in sunder from Jerusalem the Harlot daughter!
> 
> In an eternal condemnation in fierce burning flames
> 
> Of torment unendurable: and if once a Delusion be found 
> 
> Woman must perish & the Heavens of Heavens remain no more
> 
>   
> 
> 
> My Father gave to me command to murder Albion
> 
> In unreviving Death; my Love, my Luvah orderd me in night 
> 
> To murder Albion the King of Men. he fought in battles fierce 
> 
> He conquerd Luvah my beloved: he took me and my Father 
> 
> He slew them: I revived them to life in my warm bosom 
> 
> He saw them issue from my bosom, dark in Jealousy
> 
> He burnd before me: Luvah framd the Knife & Luvah gave 
> 
> The Knife into his daughters hand! such thing was never known 
> 
> Before in Albions land, that one should die a death never to be reviv'd!
> 
> For in our battles we the Slain men view with pity and love: 
> 
> We soon revive them in the secret of our tabernacles
> 
> But I Vala, Luvahs daughter, keep his body embalmd in moral laws 
> 
> With spices of sweet odours of lovely jealous stupefaction: 
> 
> Within my bosom, lest he arise to life & slay my Luvah 
> 
> Pity me then O Lamb of God! O Jesus pity me!
> 
> Come into Luvahs Tents, and seek not to revive the Dead!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So sang she: and the Spindle turnd furious as she sang: 
> 
> The Children of Jerusalem the Souls of those who sleep 
> 
> Were caught into the flax of her Distaff, & in her Cloud 
> 
> To weave Jerusalem a body according to her will
> 
> A Dragon form on Zion Hills most ancient promontory
> 
> The Spindle turnd in blood & fire: loud sound the trumpets 
> 
> Of war: the cymbals play loud before the Captains
> 
> With Cambel & Gwendolen in dance and solemn song
> 
> The Cloud of Rahab vibrating with the Daughters of Albion 
> 
> Los saw terrified, melted with pity & divided in wrath 
> 
> He sent them over the narrow seas in pity and love
> 
> Among the Four Forests of Albion which overspread all the Earth 
> 
> They go forth & return swift as a flash of lightning.
> 
> Among the tribes of warriors: among the Stones of power!
> 
> Against Jerusalem they rage thro all the Nations of Europe 
> 
> Thro Italy & Grecia, to Lebanon & Persia & India.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Serpent Temples thro the Earth, from the wide Plain of Salisbury 
> 
> Resound with cries of Victims, shouts & songs & dying groans 
> 
> And flames of dusky fire, to Amalek, Canaan and Moab
> 
> And Rahab like a dismal and indefinite hovering Cloud 
> 
> Refusd to take a definite form. she hoverd over all the Earth 
> 
> Calling the definite, sin: defacing every definite form; 
> 
> Invisible, or Visible, stretch'd out in length or spread in breadth: 
> 
> Over the Temples drinking groans of victims weeping in pity,
> 
> And joying in the pity, howling over Jerusalems walls.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Hand slept on Skiddaws top: drawn by the love of beautiful 
> 
> Cambel: his bright beaming Counterpart, divided from him 
> 
> And her delusive light beamd fierce above the Mountain, 
> 
> Soft: invisible: drinking his sighs in sweet intoxication: 
> 
> Drawing out fibre by fibre: returning to Albions Tree 
> 
> At night: and in the morning to Skiddaw; she sent him over 
> 
> Mountainous Wales into the Loom of Cathedron fibre by fibre: 
> 
> He ran in tender nerves across Europe to Jerusalems Shade, 
> 
> To weave Jerusalem a Body repugnant to the Lamb.
> 
> Hyle on East Moor in rocky Derbyshire, rav'd to the Moon 
> 
> For Gwendolen: she took up in bitter tears his anguishd heart, 
> 
> That apparent to all in Eternity, glows like the Sun in the breast: 
> 
> She hid it his his ribs & back: she hid his tongue with teeth 
> 
> In terrible convulsions pitying & gratified drunk with pity 
> 
> Glowing with loveliness before him, becoming apparent 
> 
> According to his changes: she roll'd his kidneys round 
> 
> Into two irregular forms: and looking on Albions dread Tree, 
> 
> She wove two vessels of seed, beautiful as Skiddaws snow; 
> 
> Giving them bends of self interest & selfish natural virtue:
> 
> She hid them in his loins; raving he ran among the rocks, 
> 
> Compelld into a shape of Moral Virtue against the Lamb.
> 
> The invisible lovely one giving him a form according to 
> 
> His Law a form against the Lamb of God opposd to Mercy 
> 
> And playing in the thunderous Loom in sweet intoxication 
> 
> Filling cups of silver & crystal with shrieks & cries, with groans 
> 
> And dolorous sobs: the wine of lovers in the Wine-press of Luvah
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O sister Cambel said Gwendolen, as their long beaming light 
> 
> Mingled above the Mountain what shall we do to keep
> 
> These awful forms in our soft bands: distracted with trembling
> 
> I have mockd those who refused cruelty & I have admired 
> 
> The cruel Warrior. I have refused to give love to Merlin the piteous.
> 
> He brings to me the Images of his Love & I reject in chastity 
> 
> And turn them out into the streets for Harlots to be food 
> 
> To the stern Warrior. I am become perfect in beauty over my Warrior 
> 
> For Men are caught by Love: Woman is caught by Pride
> 
> That Love may only be obtaind in the passages of Death.
> 
> Let us look! let us examine! is the Cruel become an Infant 
> 
> Or is he still a cruel Warrior? look Sisters, look! O piteous 
> 
> I have destroyd Wandring Reuben who strove to bind my Will 
> 
> I have stripd off Josephs beautiful integument for my Beloved, 
> 
> The Cruel-one of Albion: to clothe him in gems of my Zone 
> 
> I have Named him Jehovah of Hosts. Humanity is become 
> 
> A weeping Infant in ruind lovely Jerusalems folding Cloud: 
> 
>   
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Inscribed on image, in reverse script:]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In Heaven the only Art of Living
> 
> Is Forgetting & Forgiving
> 
> Especially to the Female
> 
> But if you on Earth Forgive
> 
> You shall not find where to Live
> 
>   
> 
> 
> In Heaven Love begets Love! but Fear is the Parent of Earthly Love!
> 
> And he who will not bend to Love must be subdud by Fear,
> 
> I have heard Jerusalems groans; from Valas cries & lamentations 
> 
> I gather our eternal fate: Outcasts from life and love: 
> 
> Unless we find a way to bind these awful Forms to our 
> 
> Embrace we shall perish annihilate, discoverd our Delusions.  
> 
> 
> Look I have wrought without delusion: Look! I have wept!
> 
> And given soft milk mingled together with the spirits of flocks 
> 
> Of lambs and doves, mingled together in cups and dishes 
> 
> Of painted clay; the mighty Hyle is become a weeping infant; 
> 
> Soon shall the Spectres of the Dead follow my weaving threads.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Twelve Daughters of Albion attentive listen in secret shades 
> 
> On Cambridge and Oxford beaming soft uniting with Rahabs cloud 
> 
> While Gwendolen spoke to Cambel turning soft the spinning reel: 
> 
> Or throwing the wingd shuttle; or drawing the cords with softest songs 
> 
> The golden cords of the Looms animate beneath their touches soft, 
> 
> Along the Island white, among the Druid Temples, while Gwendolen 
> 
> Spoke to the Daughters of Albion standing on Skiddaws top.
> 
> So saying she took a Falshood & hid it in her left hand: 
> 
> To entice her Sisters away to Babylon on Euphrates.
> 
> And thus she closed her left hand and utterd her Falshood: 
> 
> Forgetting that Falshood is prophetic, she hid her hand behind her, 
> 
> Upon her back behind her loins & thus utterd her Deceit.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> I heard Enitharmon say to Los: Let the Daughters of Albion 
> 
> Be scatterd abroad and let the name of Albion be forgotten: 
> 
> Divide them into three; name them Amalek Canaan & Moab: 
> 
> Let Albion remain a desolation without an inhabitant: 
> 
> And let the Looms of Enitharmon & the Furnaces of Los 
> 
> Create Jerusalem, & Babylon & Egypt & Moab & Amalek, 
> 
> And Helle & Hesperia & Hindostan & China & Japan.
> 
> But hide America, for a Curse an Altar of Victims & a Holy Place.
> 
> See Sisters Canaan is pleasant, Egypt is as the Garden of Eden: 
> 
> Babylon is our chief desire, Moab our bath in summer: 
> 
> Let us lead the stems of this Tree let us plant it before Jerusalem 
> 
> To judge the Friend of Sinners to death without the Veil: 
> 
> To cut her off from America, to close up her secret Ark: 
> 
> And the fury of Man exhaust in War! Woman permanent remain
> 
> See how the fires of our loins point eastward to Babylon Look. 
> 
> Hyle is become an infant Love: look! behold! see him lie!
> 
> Upon my bosom. look! here is the lovely wayward form
> 
> That gave me sweet delight by his torments beneath my Veil; 
> 
> By the fruit of Albions Tree I have fed him with sweet milk 
> 
> By contentions of the mighty for Sacrifice of Captives; 
> 
> Humanity the Great Delusion: is changd to War & Sacrifice: 
> 
> I have naild his hands on Beth Rabbim & his [feet] on Heshbons Wall: 
> 
> O that I could live in his sight: O that I could bin him to my arm.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So saying: She drew aside her Veil from Mam-Tor to Dovedale 
> 
> Discovering her own perfect beauty to the Daughters of Albion 
> 
> And Hyle a winding Worm beneath [her Loom upon the scales.
> 
> Hyle was become a winding Worm:] & not a weeping Infant.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Trembling & pitying she screamd & fled upon the wind:
> 
> Hyle was a winding Worm and herself perfect in beauty: 
> 
> The desarts tremble at his wrath: they shrink themselves in fear.
> 
> Cambel trembled with jealousy: she trembled! she envied!
> 
> The envy ran thro Cathedrons Looms into the Heart
> 
> Of mild Jerusalem, to destroy the Lamb of God. Jerusalem 
> 
> Languishd upon Mount Olivet, East of mild Zions Hill.
> 
> Los saw the envious blight above his Seventh Furnace
> 
> On Londons Tower on the Thames: he drew Cambel in wrath, 
> 
> Into his thundering Bellows, heaving it for a loud blast!
> 
> And with the blast of his Furnace upon fishy Billingsgate, 
> 
> Beneath Albions fatal Tree, before the Gate of Los:
> 
> Shewd her the fibres of her beloved to ameliorate
> 
> The envy; loud she labourd in the Furnace of fire,
> 
> To form the mighty form of Hand according to her will.
> 
> In the Furnaces of Los & in the Wine-press treading day & night 
> 
> Naked among the human clusters: bringing wine of anguish 
> 
> To feed the afflicted in the Furnaces: she minded not 
> 
> The raging flames, tho she returnd [consumd day after day 
> 
> A redning skeleton in howling woe:] instead of beauty 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Defo[r]mity: she gave her beauty to another: bearing abroad 
> 
> Her struggling torment in her iron arms: and like a chain, 
> 
> Binding his wrists & ankles with the iron arms of love.
> 
> Gwendolen saw the Infant in her siste[r]s arms; she howld 
> 
> Over the forests with bitter tears, and over the winding Worm 
> 
> Repentant: and she also in the eddying wind of Los's Bellows 
> 
> Began her dolorous task of love in the Wine-press of Luvah 
> 
> To form the Worm into a form of love by tears & pain.
> 
> The Sisters saw! trembling ran thro their Looms! soften[in]g mild 
> 
> Towards London: then they saw the Furna[c]es opend, & in tears 
> 
> Began to give their souls away in the Furna[c]es of affliction.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los saw & was comforted at his Furnaces uttering thus his voice.
> 
> I know I am Urthona keeper of the Gates of Heaven,
> 
> And that I can at will expatiate in the Gardens of bliss; 
> 
> But pangs of love draw me down to my loins which are
> 
> Become a fountain of veiny pipes: O Albion! my brother!
> 
> Corruptibility appears upon thy limbs, and never more 
> 
> Can I arise and leave thy side, but labour here incessant 
> 
> Till thy awaking! yet alas I shall forget Eternity!
> 
> Against the Patriarchal pomp and cruelty, labouring incessant 
> 
> I shall become an Infant horror. Enion! Tharmas! friends 
> 
> Absorb me not in such dire grief: O Albion, my brother!
> 
> Jerusalem hungers in the desart! affection to her children!
> 
> The scorn'd and contemnd youthful girl, where shall she fly?
> 
> Sussex shuts up her Villages. Hants, Devon & Wilts 
> 
> Surrounded with masses of stone in orderd forms, determine then 
> 
> A form for Vala and a form for Luvah, here on the Thames 
> 
> Where the Victim nightly howls beneath the Druids knife: 
> 
> A Form of Vegetation, nail them down on the stems of Mystery: 
> 
> O when shall the Saxon return with the English his redeemed brother!
> 
> O when shall the Lamb of God descend among the Reprobate!
> 
> I woo to Amalek to protect my fugitives Amalek trembles: 
> 
> I call to Canaan & Moab in my night watches, they mourn: 
> 
> They listen not to my cry, they rejo[i]ce among their warriors 
> 
> Woden and Thor and Friga wholly consume my Saxons:
> 
> On their enormous Altars built in the terrible north: 
> 
> From Irelands rocks to Scandinavia Persia and Tartary: 
> 
> From the Atlantic Sea to the universal Erythrean.
> 
> Found ye London! enormous City! weeps thy River?
> 
> Upon his parent bosom lay thy little ones O Land
> 
> Forsaken. Surrey and Sussex are Enitharmons Chamber.
> 
> Where I will build her a Couch of repose & my pillars 
> 
> Shall surround her in beautiful labyrinths: Oothoon?
> 
> Where hides my child? in Oxford hidest thou with Antamon?
> 
> In graceful hidings of error: in merciful deceit
> 
> Lest Hand the terrible destroy his Affection. thou hidest her: 
> 
> In chaste appearances for sweet deceits of love & modesty 
> 
> Immingled, interwoven, glistening to the sickening sight.
> 
> Let Cambel and her Sisters sit within the Mundane Shell: 
> 
> Forming the fluctuating Globe according to their will.
> 
> According as they weave the little embryon nerves & veins 
> 
> The Eye, the little Nostrils, & the delicate Tongue & Ears 
> 
> Of labyrinthine intricacy: so shall they fold the World 
> 
> That whatever is seen upon the Mundane Shell, the same 
> 
> Be seen upon the Fluctuating Earth woven by the Sisters.
> 
> And sometimes the Earth shall roll in the Abyss & sometimes 
> 
> Stand in the Center & sometimes stretch flat in the Expanse, 
> 
> According to the will of the lovely Daughters of Albion.
> 
> Sometimes it shall assimilate with mighty Golgonooza: 
> 
> Touching its summits: & sometimes divided roll apart.
> 
> As a beautiful Veil so these Females shall fold & unfold 
> 
> According to their will the outside surface of the Earth 
> 
> An outside shadowy Surface superadded to the real Surface; 
> 
> Which is unchangeable for ever & ever Amen: so be it!
> 
> Separate Albions Sons gently from their Emanations,
> 
> Weaving bowers of delight on the current of infant Thames 
> 
> Where the old Parent still retains his youth as I alas!
> 
> Retain my youth eight thousand and five hundred years.
> 
> The labourer of ages in the Valleys of Despair!
> 
> The land is markd for desolation & unless we plant 
> 
> The seeds of Cities & of Villages in the Human bosom 
> 
> Albion must be a rock of blood: mark ye the points
> 
> Where Cities shall remain & where Villages for the rest!
> 
> It must lie in confusion till Albions time of awaking.
> 
> Place the Tribes of Llewellyn in America for a hiding place!
> 
> Till sweet Jerusalem emanates again into Eternity
> 
> The night falls thick: I go upon my watch: be attentive: 
> 
> The Sons of Albion go forth; I follow from my Furnaces: 
> 
> That they return no more: that a place be prepard on Euphrates 
> 
> Listen to your Watchmans voice: sleep not before the Furnaces 
> 
> Eternal Death stands at the door. O God pity our labours.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke. to the Daughters of Beulah while his Emanation 
> 
> Like a faint rainbow waved before him in the awful gloom 
> 
> Of London City on the Thames from Surrey Hills to Highgate: 
> 
> Swift turn the silver spindles, & the golden weights play soft 
> 
> And lulling harmonies beneath the Looms, from Caithness in the north 
> 
> To Lizard-point & Dover in the south: his Emanation 
> 
> Joy'd in the many weaving threads in bright Cathedrons Dome 
> 
> Weaving the Web of life for Jerusalem. the Web of life 
> 
> Down flowing into Entuthons Vales glistens with soft affections.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> While Los arose upon his Watch, and down from Golgonooza 
> 
> Putting on his golden sandals to walk from mountain to mountain, 
> 
> He takes his way, girding himself with gold & in his hand 
> 
> Holding his iron mace: The Spectre remains attentive
> 
> Alternate they watch in night: alternate labour in day 
> 
> Before the Furnaces labouring, while Los all night watches 
> 
> The stars rising & setting, & the meteors & terrors of night!
> 
> With him went down the Dogs of Leutha, at his feet
> 
> They lap the water of the trembling Thames then follow swift 
> 
> And thus he heard the voice of Albions daughters on Euphrates,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Our Father Albions land: O it was a lovely land! & the Daughters of Beulah 
> 
> Walked up and down in its green mountains: but Hand is fled 
> 
> Away: & mighty Hyle: & after them Jerusalem is gone: Awake
> 
> Highgates heights & Hampsteads, to Poplar Hackney & Bow: 
> 
> To Islington & Paddington & the Brook of Albions River 
> 
> We builded Jerusalem as a City & a Temple; from Lambeth 
> 
> We began our Foundations; lovely Lambeth! O lovely Hills 
> 
> Of Camberwell, we shall behold you no more in glory & pride 
> 
> For Jerusalem lies in ruins & the Furnaces of Los are builded there 
> 
> You are now shrunk up to a narrow Rock in the midst of the Sea 
> 
> But here we build Babylon on Euphrates, compelld to build 
> 
> And to inhabit, our Little-ones to clothe in armour of the gold 
> 
> Of Jerusalems Cherubims & to forge them swords of her Altars 
> 
> I see London blind & agebent begging thro the Streets 
> 
> Of Babylon, led by a child. his tears run down his beard 
> 
> The voice of Wandering Reuben ecchoes from street to street 
> 
> In all the Cities of the Nations Paris Madrid Amsterdam 
> 
> The Corner of Broad Street weeps; Poland Street languishes 
> 
> To Great Queen Street & Lincolns Inn, all is distress & woe.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [three lines cancelled, illegible]
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The night falls thick Hand comes from Albion in his strength 
> 
> He combines into a Mighty-one the Double Molech & Chemosh 
> 
> Marching thro Egypt in his fury the East is pale at his course 
> 
> The Nations of India, the Wild Tartar that never knew Man 
> 
> Starts from his lofty places & casts down his tents & flees away 
> 
> But we woo him all the night ill songs, O Los come forth O Los 
> 
> Divide us from these terrors & give us power them to subdue 
> 
> Arise upon thy Watches let us see thy Globe of fire
> 
> On Albions Rocks & let thy voice be heard upon Euphrates.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus sang the Daughters in lamentation, uniting into One 
> 
> With Rahab as she turnd the iron Spindle of destruction.
> 
> Terrified at the Sons of Albion they took the Falshood which 
> 
> Gwendolen hid in her left hand. it grew &, grew till it
> 
> Became a Space & an Allegory around the Winding Worm 
> 
> They namd it Canaan & built for it a tender Moon
> 
> Los smild with joy thinking on Enitharmon & he brought 
> 
> Reuben from his twelvefold wandrings & led him into it 
> 
> Planting the Seeds of the Twelve Tribes & Moses & David 
> 
> And gave a Time & Revolution to the Space Six Thousand Years 
> 
> He calld it Divine Analogy, for in Beulah the Feminine 
> 
> Emanations Create Space. the Masculine Create Time, & plant 
> 
> The Seeds of beauty in the Space: listning to their lamentation
> 
> Los walks upon his ancient Mountains in the deadly darkness 
> 
> Among his Furnaces directing his laborious Myriads watchful 
> 
> Looking to the East: & his voice is heard over the whole Earth 
> 
> As he watches the Furnaces by night, & directs the labourers
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And thus Los replies upon his Watch: the Valleys listen silent: 
> 
> The Stars stand still to hear: Jerusalem & Vala cease to mourn: 
> 
> His voice is heard from Albion: the Alps & Appenines 
> 
> Listen: Hermon & Lebanon bow their crowned heads
> 
> Babel & Shinar look toward the Western Gate, they sit down 
> 
> Silent at his voice: they view the red Globe of fire in Los's hand 
> 
> As he walks from Furnace to Furnace directing the Labourers 
> 
> And this is the Song of Los, the Song that he sings on his Watch
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O lovely mild Jerusalem! O Shiloh of Mount Ephraim!
> 
> I see thy Gates of precious stones: thy Walls of gold & silver 
> 
> Thou art the soft reflected Image of the Sleeping Man 
> 
> Who stretchd on Albions rocks reposes amidst his Twenty-eight 
> 
> Cities: where Beulah lovely terminates, in the hills & valleys of Albion 
> 
> Cities not yet embodied in Time and Space: plant ye
> 
> The Seeds O Sisters in he bosom of Time & Spaces womb 
> 
> To spring up for Jerusalem: lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion 
> 
> Why wilt thou rend thyself apart & build an Earthly Kingdom 
> 
> To reign in pride & to opress & to mix the Cup of Delusion 
> 
> O thou that dwellest with Babylon! Come forth O lovely-one
> 
> I see thy Form O lovely mild Jerusalem, Wingd with Six Wings 
> 
> In the opacous Bosom of the Sleeper, lovely Threefold 
> 
> In Head & Heart & Reins, three Universes of love & beauty 
> 
> Thy forehead bright: Holiness to the Lord, with Gates of pearl 
> 
> Reflects Eternity beneath thy azure wings of feathery down 
> 
> Ribbd delicate & clothd with featherd gold & azure & purple 
> 
> From thy white shoulders shadowing, purity in holiness!
> 
> Thence featherd with soft crimson of the ruby bright as fire 
> 
> Spreading into the azure Wings which like a canopy
> 
> Bends over thy immortal Head in which Eternity dwells 
> 
> Albion beloved Land; I see thy mountains & thy hills 
> 
> And valleys & thy pleasant Cities Holiness to the Lord
> 
> I see the Spectres of thy Dead O Emanation of Albion.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thy Bosom white, translucent coverd with immortal gems 
> 
> A sublime ornament not obscuring the outlines of beauty 
> 
> Terrible to behold for thy extreme beauty & perfection 
> 
> Twelvefold here all the Tribes of Israel I behold
> 
> Upon the Holy Land: I see the River of Life & Tree of Life 
> 
> I see the New Jerusalem descending out of Heaven
> 
> Between thy Wings of gold & silver featherd immortal 
> 
> Clear as the rainbow, as the cloud of the Suns tabernacle
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thy Reins coverd with Wings translucent sometimes covering 
> 
> And sometimes spread abroad reveal the flames of holiness 
> 
> Which like a robe covers: & like a Veil of Seraphim 
> 
> In flaming fire unceasing burns from Eternity to Eternity 
> 
> Twelvefold I there behold Israel in her Tents
> 
> A Pillar of a Cloud by day: a Pillar of fire by night 
> 
> Guides them: there I behold Moab & Ammon & Amalek 
> 
> There Bells of silver round thy knees living articulate 
> 
> Comforting sounds of love & harmony & on thy feet 
> 
> Sandals of gold & pearl, & Egypt & Assyria before me 
> 
> The Isles of Javan, Philistea, Tyre and Lebanon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus Los sings upon his Watch walking from Furnace to Furnace.
> 
> He siezes his Hammer every hour, flames surround him as 
> 
> He beats: seas roll beneath his feet, tempests muster 
> 
> Arou[n]d his head. the thick hail stones stand ready to obey 
> 
> His voice in the black cloud, his Sons labour in thunders 
> 
> At his Furnaces; his Daughters at their Looms sing woes 
> 
> His Emanation separates in milky fibres agonizing
> 
> Among the golden Looms of Cathedron sending fibres of love 
> 
> From Golgonooza with sweet visions for Jerusalem, wanderer.
> 
> Nor can any consummate bliss without being Generated
> 
> On Earth; of those whose Emanations weave the loves
> 
> Of Beulah for Jerusalem & Shiloh, in immortal Golgonooza 
> 
> Concentering in the majestic form of Erin in eternal tears 
> 
> Viewing the Winding Worm on the Desarts of Great Tartary 
> 
> Viewing Los in his shudderings, pouring balm on his sorrows 
> 
> So dread is Los's fury, that none dare him to approach 
> 
> Without becoming his Children in the Furnaces of affliction
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And Enitharmon like a faint rainbow waved before him
> 
> Filling with Fibres from his loins which reddend with desire 
> 
> Into a Globe of blood beneath his bosom trembling in darkness 
> 
> Of Albions clouds. he fed it, with his tears & bitter groans 
> 
> Hiding his Spectre in invisibility from the timorous Shade 
> 
> Till it became a separated cloud of beauty grace & love 
> 
> Among the darkness of his Furnaces dividing asunder till 
> 
> She separated stood before him a lovely Female weeping 
> 
> Even Enitharmon separated outside, & his Loins closed 
> 
> And heal'd after the separation: his pains he soon forgot: 
> 
> Lured by her beauty outside of himself in shadowy grief.
> 
> Two Wills they had; Two Intellects: & not as in times of old.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Silent they wanderd hand in hand like two Infants wandring 
> 
> From Enion in the desarts, terrified at each others beauty 
> 
> Envying each other yet desiring, in all devouring Love,
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Repelling weeping Enion blind & agebent into the fourfold 
> 
> Desarts. Los first broke silence & began to utter his love
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O lovely Enitharmon: I behold thy graceful forms
> 
> Moving beside me till intoxicated with the woven labyrinth 
> 
> Of beauty & perfection my wild fibres shoot in veins 
> 
> Of blood thro all my nervous limbs. soon overgrown in roots 
> 
> I shall be closed from thy sight. sieze therefore in thy hand 
> 
> The small fibres as they shoot around me draw out in pity 
> 
> And let them run on the winds of thy bosom: I will fix them 
> 
> With pulsations. we will divide them into Sons & Daughters 
> 
> To live in thy Bosoms translucence as in an eternal morning
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Enitharmon answerd. No! I will sieze thy Fibres & weave 
> 
> Them: not as thou wilt but as I will, for I will Create 
> 
> A round Womb beneath my bosom lest I also be overwoven 
> 
> With Love; be thou assured I never will be thy slave
> 
> Let Mans delight be Love; but Womans delight be Pride 
> 
> In Eden our loves were the same here they are opposite 
> 
> I have Loves of my own I will weave them in Albions Spectre 
> 
> Cast thou in Jerusalems shadows thy Loves! silk of liquid 
> 
> Rubies Jacinths Crysolites: issuing from thy Furnaces. While 
> 
> Jerusalem divides thy care: while thou carest for Jerusalem 
> 
> Know that I never will be thine: also thou hidest Vala 
> 
> From her these fibres shoot to shut me in a Grave.
> 
> You are Albions Victim, he has set his Daughter in your path
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los answerd sighing like the Bellows of his Furnaces
> 
> I care not! the swing of my Hammer shall measure the starry round 
> 
> When in Eternity Man converses with Man they enter
> 
> Into each others Bosom (which are Universes of delight) 
> 
> In mutual interchange. and first their Emanations meet 
> 
> Surrounded by their Children. if they embrace & comingle 
> 
> The Human Fourfold Forms mingle also in thunders of Intellect 
> 
> But if the Emanations mingle not; with storms & agitations 
> 
> Of earthquakes & consuming fires they roll apart in fear 
> 
> For Man cannot unite with Man but by their Emanations 
> 
> Which stand both Male & Female at the Gates of each Humanity 
> 
> How then can I ever again be united as Man with Man
> 
> While thou my Emanation refusest my Fibres of dominion.
> 
> When Souls mingle & join thro all the Fibres of Brotherhood 
> 
> Can there be any secret joy on Earth greater than this?
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Enitharmon answerd: This is Womans World, nor need she any 
> 
> Spectre to defend her from Man. I will Create secret places 
> 
> And the masculine names of the places Merlin & Arthur.
> 
> A triple Female Tabernacle for Moral Law I weave
> 
> That he who loves Jesus may loathe terrified Female love 
> 
> Till God himself become a Male subservient to the Female.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> She spoke in scorn & jealousy, alternate torments; and 
> 
> So speaking she sat down on Sussex shore singing lulling 
> 
> Cadences, & playing in sweet intoxication among the glistening 
> 
> Fibres of Los: sending them over the Ocean eastward into 
> 
> The realms of dark death; O perverse to thyself, contrarious 
> 
> To thy own purposes; for when she began to weave
> 
> Shooting out in sweet pleasure her bosom in milky Love 
> 
> Flowd into the aching fibres of Los. yet contending against him 
> 
> In pride sending his Fibres over to her objects of jealousy 
> 
> In the little lovely Allegoric Night of Albions Daughters 
> 
> Which stretchd abroad, expanding east & west & north & south 
> 
> Thro' all the World of Erin & of Los & all their Children
> 
> A sullen Smile broke from the Spectre in mockery & scorn 
> 
> Knowing himself the author of their divisions & shrinkings, gratified 
> 
> At their contentions, he wiped his tears he washd his visage.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Man who respects Woman shall be despised by Woman 
> 
> And deadly cunning & mean abjectness only, shall enjoy them 
> 
> For I will make their places of joy & love, excrementitious 
> 
> Continually building, continually destroying in Family feuds 
> 
> While you are under the dominion of a jealous Female
> 
> Unpermanent for ever because of love & jealousy.
> 
> You shall want all the Minute Particulars of Life
> 
> Thus joyd the Spectre in the dusky fires of Los's Forge, eyeing 
> 
> Enitharmon who at her shining Looms sings lulling cadences 
> 
> While Los stood at his Anvil in wrath the victim of their love 
> 
> And hate; dividing the Space of Love with brazen Compasses 
> 
> In Golgonooza & in Udan-Adan & in Entuthon of Urizen.
> 
> The blow of his Hammer is Justice. the swing of his Hammer: Mercy.
> 
> The force of Los's Hammer is eternal Forgiveness; but 
> 
> His rage or his mildness were vain, she scatterd his love on the wind 
> 
> Eastward into her own Center, creating the Female Womb 
> 
> In mild Jerusalem around the Lamb of God. Loud howl
> 
> The Furnaces of Los! loud roll the Wheels of Enitharmon 
> 
> The Four Zoa's in all their faded majesty burst out in fury 
> 
> And fire. Jerusalem took the Cup which foamd in Vala's hand 
> 
> Like the red Sun upon the mountains in the bloody day 
> 
> Upon the Hermaphroditic Wine-presses of Love & Wrath.
> 
> Tho divided by the Cross & Nails & Thorns & Spear 
> 
> In cruelties of Rahab & Tirzah permanent endure
> 
> A terrible indefinite Hermaphroditic form
> 
> A Wine-press of Love & Wrath double Hermaph[r]oditic 
> 
> Twelvefold in Allegoric pomp in selfish holiness
> 
> The Pharisaion, the Grammateis, the Presbuterion,
> 
> The Archiereus, the Iereus, the Saddusaion, double
> 
> Each withoutside of the other, covering eastern heaven
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Thus was the Covering Cherub reveald majestic image
> 
> Of Selfhood, Body put off, the Antichrist accursed
> 
> Coverd with precious stones, a Human Dragon terrible
> 
> And bright, stretchd over Europe & Asia gorgeous
> 
> In three nights he devourd the rejected corse of death
> 
>   
> 
> 
> His Head dark, deadly, in its Brain incloses a reflexion 
> 
> Of Eden all perverted; Egypt on the Gihon many tongued 
> 
> And many mouthd: Ethiopia, Lybia, the Sea of Rephaim
> 
> Minute Particulars in slavery I behold among the brick-kilns 
> 
> Disorganizd, & there is Pharoh in his iron Court:
> 
> And the Dragon of the River & the Furnaces of iron.
> 
> Outwoven from Thames & Tweed & Severn awful streams 
> 
> Twelve ridges of Stone frown over all the Earth in tyrant pride 
> 
> Frown over each River stupendous Works of Albions Druid Sons 
> 
> And Albions Forests of Oaks coverd the Earth from Pole to Pole
> 
>   
> 
> 
> His Bosom wide reflects Moab & Ammon on the River 
> 
> Pison, since calld Arnon, there is Heshbon beautiful
> 
> The flocks of Rabbath on the Arnon & the Fish-pools of Heshbon 
> 
> Whose currents flow into the Dead Sea by Sodom & Gomorra 
> 
> Above his Head high arching Wings black filld with Eyes 
> 
> Spring upon iron sinews from the Scapulae & Os Humeri.
> 
> There Israel in bondage to his Generalizing Gods
> 
> Molech & Chemosh, & in his left breast is Philistea 
> 
> In Druid Temples over the whole Earth with Victims Sacrifice, 
> 
> From Gaza to Damascus Tyre & Sidon & the Gods 
> 
> Of Javan thro the Isles of Grecia & all Europes Kings 
> 
> Where Hiddekel pursues his course among the rocks
> 
> Two Wings spring from his ribs of brass, starry, black as night 
> 
> But translucent their blackness as the dazling of gems
> 
>   
> 
> 
> His Loins inclose Babylon on Euphrates beautiful
> 
> And Rome in sweet Hesperia. there Israel scatterd abroad 
> 
> In martydoms & slavery I behold: ah vision of sorrow!
> 
> Inclosed by eyeless Wings, glowing with fire as the iron 
> 
> Heated in the Smiths forge, but cold the wind of their dread fury
> 
>   
> 
> 
> But in the midst of a devouring Stomach, Jerusalem
> 
> Hidden within the Covering Cherub as in a Tabernacle
> 
> Of threefold workmanship in allegoric delusion & woe 
> 
> There the Seven Kings of Canaan & Five Baalim of Philistea 
> 
> Sihon & Og the Anakim & Emim, Nephilim & Gibborim 
> 
> From Babylon to Rome & the Wings spread from Japan 
> 
> Where the Red Sea terminates the World of Generation & Death 
> 
> To Irelands farthest rocks where Giants builded their Causeway 
> 
> Into the Sea of Rephaim, but the Sea oerwhelmd them all.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> A Double Female now appeard within the Tabernacle,
> 
> Religion hid in War, a Dragon red & hidden Harlot 
> 
> Each within other, but without a Warlike Mighty-one
> 
> Of dreadful power, sitting upon Horeb pondering dire
> 
> And mighty preparations mustering multitudes innumerable 
> 
> Of warlike sons among the sands of Midian & Aram
> 
> For multitudes of those who sleep in Alla descend
> 
> Lured by his warlike symphonies of tabret pipe & harp 
> 
> Burst the bottoms of the Graves & Funeral Arks of Beulah 
> 
> Wandering in that unknown Night beyond the silent Grave 
> 
> They become One with the Antichrist & are absorbd in him
> 
> The Feminine separates from the Masculine & both from Man, 
> 
> Ceasing to be His Emanations, Life to Themselves assuming!
> 
> And while they circumscribe his Brain, & while they circumscribe 
> 
> His Heart, & while they circumscribe his Loins! a Veil & Net 
> 
> Of Veins of red Blood grows around them like a scarlet robe.
> 
> Covering them from the sight of Man like the woven Veil of Sleep 
> 
> Such as the Flowers of Beulah weave to be their Funeral Mantles 
> 
> But dark opake! tender to touch, & painful! & agonizing 
> 
> To the embrace of love, & to the mingling of soft fibres 
> 
> Of tender affection. that no more the Masculine mingles 
> 
> With the Feminine. but the Sublime is shut out from the Pathos 
> 
> In howling torment, to build stone walls of separation, compelling 
> 
> The Pathos, to weave curtains of hiding secresy from the torment.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Bowen & Conwenna stood on Skiddaw cutting the Fibres 
> 
> Of Benjamin from Chesters River: loud the River; loud the Mersey 
> 
> And the Ribble. thunder into the Irish sea, as the Twelve Sons 
> 
> Of Albion drank & imbibed the Life & eternal Form of Luvah 
> 
> Cheshire & Lancashire & Westmoreland groan in anguish 
> 
> As they cut the fibres from the Rivers he sears them with hot 
> 
> Iron of his Forge & fixes them into Bones of chalk & Rock 
> 
> Conwenna sat above: with solemn cadences she drew
> 
> Fibres of life out from the Bones into her golden Loom 
> 
> Hand had his Furnace on Highgates heights & it reachd
> 
> To Brockley Hills across the Thames: he with double Boadicea 
> 
> In cruel pride cut Reuben apart from the Hills of Surrey 
> 
> Comingling with Luvah & with the Sepulcher of Luvah 
> 
> For the Male is a Furnace of beryll: the Female is a golden Loom
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los cries: No Individual ought to appropriate to Himself 
> 
> Or to his Emanation, any of the Universal Characteristics 
> 
> Of David or of Eve, of the Woman, or of the Lord.
> 
> Of Reuben or of Benjamin, of Joseph or Judah or Levi
> 
> Those who dare appropriate to themselves Universal Attributes 
> 
> Are the Blasphemous Selfhoods & must be broken asunder 
> 
> A Vegetated Christ & a Virgin Eve, are the Hermaphroditic 
> 
> Blasphemy, by his Maternal Birth he is that Evil-One
> 
> And his Maternal Humanity must be put off Eternally
> 
> Lest the Sexual Generation swallow up Regeneration
> 
> Come Lord Jesus take on thee the Satanic Body of Holiness
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los cried in the Valleys of Middlesex in the Spirit of Prophecy 
> 
> While in Selfhood Hand & Hyle & Bowen & Skofeld appropriate 
> 
> The Divine Names: seeking to Vegetate the Divine Vision 
> 
> In a corporeal & ever dying Vegetation & Corruption 
> 
> Mingling with Luvah in One. they become One Great Satan
> 
> Loud scream the Daughters of Albion beneath the Tongs & Hammer 
> 
> Dolorous are their lamentations in the burning Forge
> 
> They drink Reuben & Benjamin as the iron drinks the fire 
> 
> They are red hot with cruelty: raving along the Banks of Thames 
> 
> And on Tyburns Brook among the howling Victims in loveliness 
> 
> While Hand & Hyle condense the Little-ones & erect them into 
> 
> A mighty Temple even to the stars: but they Vegetate
> 
> Beneath Los's Hammer, that Life may not be blotted out.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> For Los said: When the Individual appropriates Universality 
> 
> He divides into Male & Female: & when the Male & Female, 
> 
> Appropriate Individuality, they become an Eternal Death.
> 
> Hermaphroditic worshippers of a God of cruelty & law!
> 
> Your Slaves & Captives; you compell to worship a God of Mercy.
> 
> These are the Demonstrations of Los, & the blows of my mighty Hammer
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke. And the Giants of Albion terrified & ashamed 
> 
> With Los's thunderous Words, began to build trembling rocking Stones 
> 
> For his Words roll in thunders & lightnings among the Temples 
> 
> Terrified rocking to & fro upon the earth, & sometimes 
> 
> Resting in a Circle in Maiden or in Strathness or Dura.
> 
> Plotting to devour Albion & Los the friend of Albion 
> 
> Denying in private: mocking God & Eternal Life: & in Public 
> 
> Collusion, calling themselves Deists, Worshipping the Maternal 
> 
> Humanity; calling it Nature, and Natural Religion
> 
> But still the thunder of Los peals loud & thus the thunder's cry
> 
> These beautiful Witchcrafts of Albion, are gratifyd by Cruelty
> 
>   
> 
> 
> It is easier to forgive an Enemy than to forgive a Friend: 
> 
> The man who permits you to injure him, deserves your vengeance: 
> 
> He also will recieve it; go Spectre! obey my most secret desire: 
> 
> Which thou knowest without my speaking: Go to these Fiends of Righteousness 
> 
> Tell them to obey their Humanities, & not pretend Holiness; 
> 
> When they are murderers: as far as my Hammer & Anvil permit 
> 
> Go, tell them that the Worship of God, is honouring his gifts 
> 
> In other men: & loving the greatest men best, each according 
> 
> To his Genius: which is the Holy Ghost in Man; there is no other 
> 
> God, than that God who is the intellectual fountain of Humanity; 
> 
> He who envies or calumniates: which is murder & cruelty, 
> 
> Murders the Holy-one: Go tell them this & overthrow their cup, 
> 
> Their bread, their altar-table, their incense & their oath: 
> 
> Their marriage & their baptism, their burial & consecration:
> 
> I have tried to make friends by corporeal gifts but have only 
> 
> Made enemies: I never made friends but by spiritual gifts; 
> 
> By severe contentions of friendship & the burning fire of thought.
> 
> He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children 
> 
> One first, in friendship & love; then a Divine Family, & in the midst 
> 
> Jesus will appear; so he who wishes to see a Vision; a perfect Whole 
> 
> Must see it in its Minute Particulars; Organized & not as thou 
> 
> O Fiend of Righteousness pretendest; thine is a Disorganized 
> 
> And snowy cloud: brooder of tempests & destructive War 
> 
> You smile with pomp & rigor: you talk of benevolence & virtue!
> 
> I act with benevolence & virtue & get murderd time after time: 
> 
> You accumulate Particulars, & murder by analyzing, that you 
> 
> May take the aggregate; & you call the aggregate Moral Law: 
> 
> And you call that Swelld & bloated Form; a Minute Particular.
> 
> But General Forms have their vitality in Particulars: & every 
> 
> Particular is a Man; a Divine Member of the Divine Jesus.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los cried at his Anvil in the horrible darkness weeping!
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Spectre builded stupendous Works, taking the Starry Heavens 
> 
> Like to a curtain & folding them according to his will 
> 
> Repeating the Smaragdine Table of Hermes to draw Los down 
> 
> Into the Indefinite, refusing to believe without demonstration 
> 
> Los reads the Stars of Albion! the Spectre reads the Voids 
> 
> Between the Stars; among the arches of Albions Tomb sublime 
> 
> Rolling the Sea in rocky paths: forming Leviathan
> 
> And Behemoth: the War by Sea enormous & the War
> 
> By Land astounding: erecting pillars in the deepest Hell, 
> 
> To reach the heavenly arches; Los beheld undaunted furious
> 
> His heavd Hammer; he swung it round & at one blow, 
> 
> In unpitying ruin driving down the pyramids of pride
> 
> Smiting the Spectre on his Anvil & the integuments of his Eye 
> 
> And Ear unbinding in dire pain, with many blows,
> 
> Of strict severity self-subduing, & with many tears labouring.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then he sent forth the Spectre all his pyramids were grains 
> 
> Of sand & his pillars: dust on the flys wing: & his starry 
> 
> Heavens; a moth of gold & silver mocking his anxious grasp 
> 
> Thus Los alterd his Spectre & every Ratio of his Reason 
> 
> He alterd time after time, with dire pain & many tears 
> 
> Till he had completely divided him into a separate space.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Terrified Los sat to behold trembling & weeping & howling 
> 
> I care not whether a Man is Good or Evil; all that I care 
> 
> Is whether he is a Wise Man or a Fool. Go! put off Holiness 
> 
> And put on Intellect: or my thundrous Hammer shall drive thee 
> 
> To wrath which thou condemnest: till thou obey my voice  
> 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los terrified cries: trembling & weeping & howling! Beholding
> 
>   
> 
> 
> What do I see? The Briton Saxon Roman Norman amalgamating 
> 
> In my Furnaces into One Nation the English: & taking refuge 
> 
> In the Loins of Albion. The Canaanite united with the fugitive 
> 
> Hebrew, whom she divided into Twelve, & sold into Egypt 
> 
> Then scatterd the Egyptian & Hebrew to the four Winds!
> 
> This sinful Nation Created in our Furnaces & Looms is Albion 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Los spoke. Enitharmon answerd in great terror in Lambeths Vale
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Poets Song draws to its period & Enitharmon is no more.
> 
> For if he be that Albion I can never weave him in my Looms 
> 
> But when he touches the first fibrous thread, like filmy dew 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> My Looms will be no more & I annihilate vanish for ever 
> 
> Then thou wilt Create another Female according to thy Will.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Los answerd swift as the shuttle of gold. Sexes must vanish & cease 
> 
> To be, when Albion arises from his dread repose O lovely Enitharmon: 
> 
> When all their Crimes, their Punishments their Accusations of Sin: 
> 
> All their Jealousies Revenges. Murders. hidings of Cruelty in Deceit 
> 
> Appear only in the Outward Spheres of Visionary Space and Time.
> 
> In the shadows of Possibility by Mutual Forgiveness forevermore 
> 
> And in the Vision & in the Prophecy, that we may Foresee & Avoid 
> 
> The terrors of Creation & Redemption & Judgment. Beholding them
> 
> Displayd in the Emanative Visions of Canaan in Jerusalem & in Shiloh 
> 
> And in the Shadows of Remembrance, & in the Chaos of the Spectre 
> 
> Amalek, Edom, Egypt, Moab, Ammon, Ashur, Philistea, around Jerusalem
> 
> Where the Druids reard their Rocky Circles to make permanent Remembrance 
> 
> Of Sin. & the Tree of Good & Evil sprang from the Rocky Circle & Snake 
> 
> Of the Druid, along the Valley of Rephaim from Camberwell to Golgotha 
> 
> And framed the Mundane Shell Cavernous in Length Bredth & Highth
> 
>   
> 
> 
> [Inscribed on image:]
> 
> Anytus Melitus & Lycon thought Socrates a
> 
> Very Pernicious Man So Caiphas thought Jesus
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Enitharmon heard. She raisd her head like the mild Moon
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O Rintrah! O Palamabron! What are your dire & awful purposes 
> 
> Enitharmons name is nothing before you: you forget all my Love!
> 
> The Mothers love of obedience is forgotten & you seek a Love 
> 
> Of the pride of dominion, that will Divorce Ocalythron & Elynittria 
> 
> Upon East Moor in Derbyshire & along the Valleys of Cheviot 
> 
> Could you Love me Rintrah, if you Pride not in my Love
> 
> As Reuben found Mandrakes in the field & gave them to his Mother 
> 
> Pride meets with Pride upon the Mountains in the stormy day 
> 
> In that terrible Day of Rintrahs Plow & of Satans driving the Team.
> 
> Ah! then I heard my little ones weeping along the Valley!
> 
> Ah! then I saw my beloved ones fleeing from my Tent
> 
> Merlin was like thee Rintrah among the Giants of Albion 
> 
> Judah was like Palamabron: O Simeon! O Levi! ye fled away 
> 
> How can I hear my little ones weeping along the Valley 
> 
> Or how upon the distant Hills see my beloveds Tents.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Los again took up his speech as Enitharmon ceast
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Fear not my Sons this Waking Death. he is become One with me 
> 
> Behold him here! We shall not Die! we shall be united in Jesus.
> 
> Will you suffer this Satan this Body of Doubt that Seems but Is Not 
> 
> To occupy the very threshold of Eternal Life. if Bacon, Newton, Locke,
> 
> Deny a Conscience in Man & the Communion of Saints & Angels 
> 
> Contemning the Divine Vision & Fruition, Worshiping the Deus 
> 
> Of the Heathen, The God of This World, & the Goddess Nature 
> 
> Mystery Babylon the Great, The Druid Dragon & hidden Harlot 
> 
> Is it not that Signal of the Morning which was told us in the Beginning
> 
> Thus they converse upon Mam-Tor. the Graves thunder under their feet
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion cold lays on his Rock: storms & snows beat round him.
> 
> Beneath the Furnaces & the starry Wheels & the Immortal Tomb 
> 
> Howling winds cover him: roaring seas dash furious against him 
> 
> In the deep darkness broad lightnings glare long thunders roll
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The weeds of Death inwrap his hands & feet blown incessant 
> 
> And washd incessant by the forever restless sea-waves foaming abroad 
> 
> Upon the white Rock. England a Female Shadow as deadly damps 
> 
> Of the Mines of Cornwall & Derbyshire lays upon his bosom heavy 
> 
> Moved by the wind in volumes of thick cloud returning folding round 
> 
> His loins & bosom unremovable by swelling storms & loud rending 
> 
> Of enraged thunders. Around them the Starry Wheels of their Giant Sons 
> 
> Revolve: & over them the Furnaces of Los & the Immortal Tomb around 
> 
> Erin sitting in the Tomb, to watch them unceasing night and day 
> 
> And the Body of Albion was closed apart from all Nations.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Over them the famishd Eagle screams on boney Wings and around 
> 
> Them howls the Wolf of famine deep heaves the Ocean black thundering 
> 
> Around the wormy Garments of Albion: then pausing in deathlike silence
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Time was Finished! The Breath Divine Breathed over Albion 
> 
> Beneath the Furnaces & starry Wheels and in the Immortal Tomb 
> 
> And England who is Brittannia awoke from Death on Albions bosom 
> 
> She awoke pale & cold she fainted seven times on the Body of Albion
> 
>   
> 
> 
> O pitious Sleep O pitious Dream! O God O God awake I have slain 
> 
> In Dreams of Chastity & Moral Law I have Murdered Albion! Ah!
> 
> In Stone-henge & on London Stone & in the Oak Groves of Malden 
> 
> I have Slain him in my Sleep with the Knife of the Druid O England 
> 
> O all ye Nations of the Earth behold ye the Jealous Wife 
> 
> The Eagle & the Wolf & Monkey & Owl & the King & Priest were there
> 
> Her voice pierc'd Albions clay cold ear. he moved upon the Rock 
> 
> The Breath Divine went forth upon the morning hills, Albion mov'd
> 
> Upon the Rock, he opend his eyelids in pain; in pain he mov'd 
> 
> His stony members, he saw England. Ah! shall the Dead live again
> 
>   
> 
> 
> The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills Albion rose 
> 
> In anger: the wrath of God breaking bright flaming on all sides around 
> 
> His awful limbs: into the Heavens he walked clothed in flames 
> 
> Loud thundring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning & pillars 
> 
> Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in direful 
> 
> Revolutions of Action & Passion, thro the Four Elements on all sides 
> 
> Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds 
> 
> Struggling to rise above the Mountains. in his burning hand 
> 
> He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold 
> 
> Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor! clouds roll around the 
> 
> Horns of the wide Bow, loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows 
> 
> Compelling Urizen to his Furrow; & Tharmas to his Sheepfold; 
> 
> And Luvah to his Loom: Urthona he beheld mighty labouring at 
> 
> His Anvil, in the Great Spectre Los unwearied labouring & weeping 
> 
> Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in songs 
> 
> Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> As the Sun & Moon lead forward the Visions of Heaven & Earth 
> 
> England who is Brittannia enterd Albions bosom rejoicing, 
> 
> Rejoicing in his indignation! adoring his wrathful rebuke.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Then Jesus appeared standing by Albion as the Good Shepherd 
> 
> By the lost Sheep that he hath found & Albion knew that it 
> 
> Was the Lord the Universal Humanity, & Albion saw his Form 
> 
> A Man. & they conversed as Man with Man, in Ages of Eternity 
> 
> And the Divine Appearance was the likeness & similitude of Los
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Albion said. O Lord what can I do! my Selfhood cruel
> 
> Marches against thee deceitful from Sinai & from Edom 
> 
> Into the Wilderness of Judah to meet thee in his pride 
> 
> I behold the Visions of my deadly Sleep of Six Thousand Years 
> 
> Dazling around thy skirts like a Serpent of precious stones & gold 
> 
> I know it is my Self. O my Divine Creator & Redeemer
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jesus replied Fear not Albion unless I die thou canst not live 
> 
> But if I die I shall arise again & thou with me
> 
> This is Friendship & Brotherhood without it Man Is Not
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Jesus spoke! the Covering Cherub coming on in darkness 
> 
> Overshadowd them & Jesus said Thus do Men in Eternity 
> 
> One for another to put off by forgiveness, every sin
> 
> Albion replyd. Cannot Man exist without Mysterious
> 
> Offering of Self for Another, is this Friendship & Brotherhood 
> 
> I see thee in the likeness & similitude of Los my Friend
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Jesus said. Wouldest thou love one who never died
> 
> For thee or ever die for one who had not died for thee 
> 
> And if God dieth not for Man & giveth not himself 
> 
> Eternally for Man Man could not exist. for Man is Love: 
> 
> As God is Love: every kindness to another is a little Death 
> 
> In the Divine Image nor can Man exist but by Brotherhood
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So saying. the Cloud overshadowing divided them asunder 
> 
> Albion stood in terror: not for himself but for his Friend 
> 
> Divine, & Self was lost in the contemplation of faith 
> 
> And wonder at the Divine Mercy & at Los's sublime honour
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Do I sleep amidst danger to Friends! O my Cities & Counties 
> 
> Do you sleep! rouze up! rouze up. Eternal Death is abroad
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So Albion spoke & threw himself into the Furnaces of affliction 
> 
> All was a Vision, all a Dream: the Furnaces became
> 
> Fountains of Living Waters Howing from the Humanity Divine 
> 
> And all the Cities of Albion rose from their Slumbers, and All 
> 
> The Sons & Daughters of Albion on soft clouds Waking from Sleep 
> 
> Soon all around remote the Heavens burnt with flaming fires 
> 
> And Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona arose into 
> 
> Albions Bosom: Then Albion stood before Jesus in the Clouds 
> 
> Of Heaven Fourfold among the Visions of God in Eternity
> 
> Awake! Awake Jerusalem! O lovely Emanation of Albion
> 
> Awake and overspread all Nations as in Ancient Time
> 
> For lo! the Night of Death is past and the Eternal Day 
> 
> Appears upon our Hills: Awake Jerusalem, and come away
> 
>   
> 
> 
> So spake the Vision of Albion & in him so spake in my hearing 
> 
> The Universal Father. Then Albion stretchd his hand into Infinitude.
> 
> And took his Bow. Fourfold the Vision for bright beaming Urizen 
> 
> Layd his hand on the South & took a breathing Bow of carved Gold 
> 
> Luvah his hand stretch'd to the East & bore a Silver Bow bright shining 
> 
> Tharmas Westward a Bow of Brass pure flaming richly wrought 
> 
> Urthona Northward in thick storms a Bow of Iron terrible thundering.
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And the Bow is a Male & Female & the Quiver of the Arrows of Love, 
> 
> Are the Children of this Bow: a Bow of Mercy & Loving-kindness: laying 
> 
> Open the hidden Heart in Wars of mutual Benevolence Wars of Love 
> 
> And the Hand of Man grasps firm between the Male & Female Loves 
> 
> And he Clothed himself in Bow & Arrows in awful state Fourfold 
> 
> In the midst of his Twenty-eight Cities each with his Bow breathing
> 
> Then each an Arrow flaming from his Quiver fitted carefully 
> 
> They drew fourfold the unreprovable String, bending thro the wide Heavens 
> 
> The horned Bow Fourfold, loud sounding flew the flaming Arrow fourfold
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor. Clouds roll round the horns 
> 
> Of the wide Bow, loud sounding Winds sport on the Mountains brows: 
> 
> The Druid Spectre was Annihilate loud thundring rejoicing terrific vanishing
> 
> Fourfold Annihilation & at the clangor of the Arrows of Intellect 
> 
> The innumerable Chariots of the Almighty appeard in Heaven 
> 
> And Bacon & Newton & Locke, & Milton & Shakspear & Chaucer 
> 
> A Sun of blood red wrath surrounding heaven on all sides around 
> 
> Glorious incompreh[en]sible by Mortal Man & each Chariot was Sexual Threefold
> 
> And every Man stood Fourfold, each Four Faces had. 
> 
> One to the West One toward the East One to the South One to the North. the Horses Fourfold 
> 
> And the dim Chaos brightend beneath, above, around! Eyed as the Peacock 
> 
> According to the Human Nerves of Sensation, the Four Rivers of the Water of Life
> 
>   
> 
> 
> South stood the Nerves of the Eye. East in Rivers of bliss the Nerves of the 
> 
> Expansive Nostrils West, flowd the Parent Sense the Tongue. North stood 
> 
> The labyrinthine Ear. Circumscribing & Circumcising the excrementitious 
> 
> Husk & Covering into Vacuum evaporating revealing the lineaments of Man 
> 
> Driving outward the Body of Death in an Eternal Death & Resurrection 
> 
> Awaking it to Life among the Flowers of Beulah rejoicing in Unity 
> 
> In the Four Senses in the Outline the Circumference & Form, for ever 
> 
> In Forgiveness of Sins which is Self Annihilation. it is the Covenant of Jehovah
> 
> The Four Living Creatures Chariots of Humanity Divine Incomprehensible 
> 
> In beautiful Paradises expand These are the Four Rivers of Paradise 
> 
> And the Four Faces of Humanity fronting the Four Cardinal Points 
> 
> Of Heaven going forward forward irresistible from Eternity to Eternity
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And they conversed together in Visionary forms dramatic which bright 
> 
> Redounded from their Tongues in thunderous majesty, in Visions
> 
> In new Expanses, creating exemplars of Memory and of Intellect 
> 
> Creating Space, Creating Time according to the wonders Divine 
> 
> Of Human Imagination, throughout all the Three Regions immense 
> 
> Of Childhood, Manhood & Old Age & the all tremendous unfathomable Non Ens 
> 
> Of Death was seen in regenerations terrific or complacent varying 
> 
> According to the subject of discourse & every Word & Every Character 
> 
> Was Human according to the Expansion or Contraction, the Translucence or 
> 
> Opakeness of Nervous fibres such was the variation of Time & Space 
> 
> Which vary according as the Organs of Perception vary & they walked 
> 
> To & fro in Eternity as One Man reflecting each in each & clearly seen 
> 
> And seeing: according to fitness & order. And I heard Jehovah speak 
> 
> Terrific from his Holy Place & saw the Words of the Mutual Covenant Divine 
> 
> On Chariots of gold & jewels with Living Creatures starry & flaming 
> 
> With every Colour, Lion, Tyger, Horse, Elephant, Eagle Dove, Fly, Worm, 
> 
> And the all wondrous Serpent clothed in gems & rich array Humanize 
> 
> In the Forgiveness of Sins according to the Covenant of Jehovah. They Cry
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Where is the Covenant of Priam, the Moral Virtues of the Heathen 
> 
> Where is the Tree of Good & Evil that rooted beneath the cruel heel 
> 
> Of Albions Spectre the Patriarch Druid! where are all his Human Sacrifices 
> 
> For Sin in War & in the Druid Temples of the Accuser of Sin: beneath 
> 
> The Oak Groves of Albion that coverd the whole Earth beneath his Spectre 
> 
> Where are the Kingdoms of the World & all their glory that grew on Desolation 
> 
> The Fruit of Albions Poverty Tree when the Triple Headed Gog-Magog Giant 
> 
> Of Albion Taxed the Nations into Desolation & then gave the Spectrous Oath
> 
>   
> 
> 
> Such is the Cry from all the Earth from the Living Creatures of the Earth 
> 
> And from the great City of Golgonooza in the Shadowy Generation 
> 
>   
> 
> 
> And from the Thirty-two Nations of the Earth among the Living Creatures
> 
>   
> 
> 
> All Human Forms identified even Tree Metal Earth & Stone. all 
> 
> Human Forms identified, living going forth & returning wearied 
> 
> Into the Planetary lives of Years Months Days & Hours reposing 
> 
> And then Awaking into his Bosom in the Life of Immortality.
> 
> And I heard the Name of their Emanations they are named Jerusalem.

*** * *The End of The Song * * ***

**of Jerusalem**

# For the Sexes: the Gates of Paradise (1820)

Table of Contents

## _Plates_

Table of Contents

## _Text_

Table of Contents

**What is Man!**

The Suns Light when he unfolds it

Depends on the Organ that beholds it

Mutual Forgiveness of each Vice

Such are the Gates of Paradise

Against the Accusers chief desire

Who walkd among the Stones of Fire

Jehovahs Finger Wrote the Law

Then Wept! then rose in Zeal & Awe

And the Dead Corpse from Sinais heat

Buried beneath his Mercy Seat

O Christians Christians! tell me Why

You rear it on your Altars high

1 I found him beneath a Tree

2 Water: **** Thou Waterest him with Tears

3 Earth: **** He struggles into Life

4 Air: **** On Cloudy Doubts & Reasoning Cares

5 Fire: **** That end in endless Strife

6 At length for hatching ripe he breaks the shell

7 What are these? Alas! the Female Martyr Is She also the Divine Image

8 My Son! my Son!

9 I want! I want!

10 Help! Help!

11 Aged Ignorance: Perceptive Organs closed their Objects close

12 Does thy God O Priest take such vengeance as this?

13 Fear & Hope are—Vision

14 The Traveller hasteth in the Evening

15 Death's Door

16 I have said to the Worm: Thou art my mother & my sister

**THE KEYS**

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Reminds thee of thy Mothers Grief

**of the GATES**

1 My Eternal Man set in Repose

The Female from his darkness rose

And She found me beneath a Tree

A Mandrake & in her Veil hid me

Serpent Reasonings us entice

Of Good & Evil: Virtue & Vice

2 Doubt Self Jealous Watry folly

3 Struggling thro Earths Melancholy

4 Naked in Air in Shame & Fear

5 Blind in Fire with shield & spear

Two Hornd Reasoning Cloven Fiction

In Doubt which is Self contradiction

A dark Hermaphrodite We stood

Rational Truth Root of Evil & Good

Round me flew the Flaming Sword

Round her snowy Whirlwinds roard

Freezing her Veil the Mundane Shell

6 I rent the Veil where the Dead dwell

When weary Man enters his Cave

He meets his Saviour in the Grave

Some find a Female Garment there

And some a Male, woven with care

Lest the Sexual Garments sweet

Should grow a devouring Winding sheet

7 One Dies! Alas! the Living & Dead

One is slain & One is fled

8 In Vain-glory hatcht & nurst

By double Spectres Self Accurst

My Son! my Son! thou treatest me

But as I have instructed thee

9 On the shadows of the Moon

Climbing thro Nights highest noon

10 In Times Ocean falling drownd

In Aged Ignorance profound

11 Holy & cold I clipd the Wings

Of all Sublunary Things

12 And in depths of my Dungeons

Closed the Father & the Sons

13 But when once I did descry

The Immortal Man that cannot Die

14 Thro evening shades I haste away

To close the Labours of my Day

15 The Door of Death I open found

And the Worm Weaving in the Ground

16 Thou'rt my Mother from the Womb

Wife, Sister, Daughter to the Tomb

Weaving to Dreams the Sexual strife

And weeping over the Web of Life

**To The Accuser Who is**

**The God of This World**

Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce

And dost not know the Garment from the Man

Every Harlot was a Virgin once

Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan

Tho thou art Worshipd by the Names Divine

Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still

The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline

The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill

# On Homer's Poetry and On Virgil (1822)

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Every Poem must necessarily be a perfect Unity, but why Homers is peculiarly so I cannot tell: he has told the story of Bellerophon & omitted the Judgment of Paris which is not only a part, but a principal part of Homers subject

But when a Work has Unity it is as much in a Part as in the Whole. the Torso is as much a Unity as the Laocoon

As Unity is the cloke of folly so Goodness is the cloke of knavery Those who will have Unity exclusively in Homer come out with a Moral like a sting in the tail: Aristotle says Characters are either Good or Bad: now Goodness or Badness has nothing to do with Character. an Apple tree a Pear tree a Horse a Lion, are Characters but a Good Apple tree or a Bad, is an Apple tree still: a Horse is not more a Lion for being a Bad Horse. that is its Character; its Goodness or Badness is another consideration.

It is the same with the Moral of a whole Poem as with the Moral Goodness of its parts Unity & Morality, are secondary considerations & belong to Philosophy & not to Poetry, to Exception & not to Rule, to Accident & not to Substance. the Ancients calld it eating of the tree of good & evil.

The Classics, it is the Classics!

& not Goths nor Monks, that

Desolate Europe with Wars.

### ON VIRGIL

Sacred Truth has pronounced that Greece & Rome as Babylon & Egypt: so far from being parents of Arts & Sciences as they pretend: were destroyers of all Art. Homer Virgil & Ovid confirm this opinion & make us reverence The Word of God, the only light of antiquity that remains unperverted by War. Virgil in the Eneid Book VI line 848 says Let others study Art: Rome has somewhat better to do, namely War & Dominion

Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroyd it a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticise, but not Make.

Mathematic Form is Eternal in the Reasoning Memory. Living Form is Eternal Existence.

Grecian is Mathematic Form. Gothic is Living Form.

# The Ghost of Abel (1822)

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**_THE GHOST of ABEL_**

### A Revelation In the Visions of Jehovah

_Seen by William Blake_

To LORD BYRON in the Wilderness

What doest thou here Elijah?

Can a Poet doubt the Visions of Jehovah? Nature has no Outline: but Imagination has. Nature has no Tune: but Imagination has!

Nature has no Supernatural & dissolves: Imagination is Eternity

Scene. A rocky Country. Eve fainted over the dead body of Abel which lays near a Grave. Adam kneels by her Jehovah stands above

Jehovah— Adam!

Adam— I will not hear thee more thou Spiritual Voice

Is this Death?

Jehovah— Adam!

Adam— It is in vain: I will not hear thee

Henceforth! Is this thy Promise that the Womans Seed

Should bruise the Serpents head: Is this the Serpent? Ah!

Seven times, O Eve thou hast fainted over the Dead Ah! Ah!

Eve revives

Eve— Is this the Promise of Jehovah! O it is all a vain delusion

This Death & this Life & this Jehovah!

Jehovah— Woman! lift thine eyes

A Voice is heard coming on

Voice— O Earth cover not thou my Blood! cover not thou my Blood

Enter the Ghost of Abel

Eve— Thou Visionary Phantasm thou art not the real Abel.

Abel-Among the Elohim a Human Victim I wander I am their House

Prince of the Air & our dimensions compass Zenith & Nadir

Vain is thy Covenant O Jehovah I am the Accuser & Avenger

Of Blood O Earth Cover not thou the Blood of Abel

Jehovah— What Vengeance dost thou require

Abel— Life for Life! Life for Life!

Jehovah— He who shall take Cains life must also Die O Abel

And who is he? Adam wilt thou, or Eve thou do this

Adam— It is all a Vain delusion of the all creative Imagination

Eve come away & let us not believe these vain delusions

Abel is dead & Cain slew him! We shall also Die a Death

And then! what then? be as poor Abel a Thought: or as

This! O what shall I call thee Form Divine! Father of Mercies

That appearest to my Spiritual Vision: Eve seest thou also.

Eve— I see him plainly with my Minds Eye. I see also Abel living:

Tho terribly afflicted as We also are. yet Jehovah sees him

Alive & not Dead: were it not better to believe Vision

With all our might & strength tho we are fallen & lost

Adam— Eve thou hast spoken truly. let us kneel before his feet.

The Kneel before Jehovah

Abel— Are these the Sacrifices of Eternity O Jehovah, a Broken Spirit

And a Contrite Heart. O I cannot Forgive! the Accuser hath

Enterd into Me as into his House & I loathe thy Tabernacles

As thou hast said so is it come to pass: My desire is unto Cain

And He doth rule over Me: therefore My Soul in fumes of Blood

Cries for Vengeance: Sacrifice on Sacrifice Blood on Blood

Jehovah— Lo I have given you a Lamb for an Atonement instead

Of the Transgres[s]or, or no Flesh or Spirit could ever Live

Abel— Compelled I cry O Earth cover not the Blood of Abel

Abel sinks down into the Grave. from which arises Satan

Armed in glittering scales with a Crown & a Spear

Satan— I will have Human Blood & not the blood of Bulls or Goats

And no Atonement O Jehovah the Elohim live on Sacrifice

Of Men: hence I am God of Men: Thou Human O Jehovah.

By the Rock & Oak of the Druid creeping Mistletoe & Thorn

Cains City built with Human Blood, not Blood of Bulls & Goats

Thou shalt Thyself be Sacrificed to Me thy God on Calvary

Jehovah— Such is My Will. Ghost Of Abelstagedr Thunders

that Thou Thyself go to Eternal Death

In Self Annihilation even till Satan Self-subdud Put off Satan

Into the Bottomless Abyss whose torment arises for ever & ever.

On each side a Chorus of Angels entering Sing the following

The Elohim of the Heathen Swore Vengeance for Sin! Then Thou stoodst

Forth O Elohim Jehovah! in the midst of the darkness of the Oath! All Clothed

In Thy Covenant of the Forgiveness of Sins: Death O Holy! Is this Brotherhood

The Elohim saw their Oath Eternal Fire; they rolled apart trembling over The

Mercy Seat: each in his station fixt in the Firmament by Peace Brotherhood and Love.

The Curtain falls

The Voice of Abels Blood

1822 W Blakes Original Stereotype was 1788

# Laocoön (1826)

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[Written on the base of the statue:]

Drawn and Engraved by William Blake

[At the base of the statue:]

[Hebrew: Jehovah] and his two sons Satan and Adam as they were copied from the Cherubim of Solomon's Temple by three Rhodians, and applied to Natural Fact, or History of Ilium.

[Above the statue:]

The Angel of the Divine Presence [Hebrew: Angel of Jehovah]

[To the left of Laocoon's head:]

[Greek: serpent-holder]

[The two serpents are labelled 'Good' (on Laocoon's left) and 'Evil' (his right).]

[Beneath the left hand of Laocoon, holding the neck of the serpent labelled 'Good', is the inscription:]

[Hebrew: Lilith]

[To the left of the plate:]

SPIRITUAL WAR: Israel delivered from Egypt is Art deliver'd from Nature and Imitation.

A Poet, a Painter, a Musician, an Architect; the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

You must leave fathers and mothers and houses and lands if they stand in the way of Art.

The Eternal Body of Man is the Imagination; that is God Himself, the Divine Body, [Hebrew: Yeshua] Jesus; we are His Members.

It manifests itself in His Works of Art: In Eternity all is Vision!

The true Christian Charity not dependent on Money, the life's blood of poor families; that is on Caesar or Empire, or Natural Religion.

Money! which is the great Satan or Reason, the root of Good and Evil, in the Accusation of Sin.

Prayer is the study of Art.

Praise is the practice of Art.

Fasting, _etc._ all relate to Art.

The outward Ceremony is Antichrist.

[Encircling the three figures:]

Good and Evil are Riches and Poverty, a Tree of Misery propagating Generation and Death.

The Gods of Priam are the Cherubim of Moses and Solomon, the Hosts of Heaven.

Without unceasing Practice nothing can be done: Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

Hebrew Art is called Sin, by the Deist Science.

All that we see is Vision; from Generated Organs, gone as soon as come; permanent in the Imagination; consider'd as nothing by the Natural Man.

Satan's wife, the Goddess Nature, is War and Misery, and Heroism a Miser.

[At the head of the plate:]

Where any view of Money exists, Art cannot be carried on, but War only; by pretences to the two Impossibilities, Chastity and Abstinence, Gods of the Heathen. (Read Matthew x. 9, 10).

He repented that He had made Adam (of the Female, the Adamah); and it grieved Him at His heart.

Art can never exist without Naked Beauty displayed.

The Gods of Greece and Egypt were Mathematical Diagrams. (See Plato's Works.) What can be created can be destroyed.

Adam is only the Natural Man, and not the Soul or Imagination.

Divine Union deriding and denying Immediate Communion with God. The Spoilers say: 'Where are His Works that He did in the Wilderness?' Lo! what are these? Whence came they? These are not the Works of Egypt, nor Babylon, whose Gods are the Powers of this World, Goddess Nature; who first spoil and then destroy Imaginative Art, for their Glory is War and Dominion.

Empire against Art. (See Virgil's Æneid. Lib. VI. v. 848.)

[To the right of the plate:]

Jesus and His Apostles and Disciples were all Artists. Their Works were destroy'd by the Seven Angels of the Seven Churches in Asia, Antichrist, Science.

The Old and New Testaments are the great code of Art.

The whole business of Man is the Arts, and all things, common.

No secrecy in Art.

Art is the Tree of Life.

God is Jesus.

Science is the Tree of Death.

For every pleasure Money is useless.

There are States in which all Visionary Men are accounted Mad Men: such are Greece and Rome, such is Empire or Tax. (See Luke ii. 1.) The unproductive Man is not a Christian, much less the Destroyer.

What we call antique gems are the gems of Aaron's breastplate.

Is not every Vice possible to Man described in the Bible openly?

All is not Sin that Satan calls so—all the Loves and Graces of Eternity.

Christianity is Art and not Money. Money is its Curse.

[At the foot of the plate:]

If Morality was Christianity, Socrates was the Saviour.

Art degraded, Imagination denied, War governed the Nations.

# Sources

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Images are taken from books in the Lessing J. Rosenwald Collection of the Library of Congress.

Rosenwald 1796

There is no natural religion. [London, W. Blake, ca. 1790] 21 plates. 14 cm.

Rosenwald 1798

The book of Thel. The author and printer Willm. Blake. [London] 1789. 8 plates. 31 cm.

Rosenwald 1799

The marriage of Heaven and Hell. [London, ca. 1794] 27 plates. 40 cm.

Rosenwald 1801

Songs of innocence and of experience, shewing the two contrary states of the human soul. [London, W. Blake, 1794] 54 plates. col. ill. 19 cm.

Rosenwald 1803

Visions of the daughters of Albion: the eye sees more than the heart knows. [London] : Printed by William Blake, 1793 [i.e. ca. 1810?] 11 leaves : col. ill.; 39 cm.

Rosenwald 1804

America, a prophecy. Lambeth, Printed by William Blake, 1793 [i.e. 1794?] 18 plates. ill. 39 cm.

Rosenwald 1806

Europe, a prophecy. Lambeth: Printed by Will. Blake, 1794. 18 p. : col. ill. ; 38 cm.

Rosenwald 1807

The book of Urizen. First book of Urizen Lambeth: Printed by W. Blake, 1794 [i.e. 1815?] [28] leaves of plates: col. ill. ; 29 cm.

Rosenwald 1808

The song of Los. Lambeth, Printed by W. Blake, 1795.8 p.; 33 cm.

Rosenwald 1809

The book of Ahania. Lambeth, Printed by W. Blake, 1795. 6 plates. 30 cm.

Rosenwald 1810

Milton, a poem in 12 [i.e. 2] books. The author & printer W. Blake. [London] 1804 [i.e. 1815?] 50 plates. 29 cm.

Rosenwald 1811

Jerusalem, the emanation of the giant Albion. [London] Printed by W. Blake, 1804 [i.e. 1832?] 100 plates 31 cm.

Rosenwald 1812

The ghost of Abel: a revelation in the visions of Jehovah / seen by William Blake. [18—] [2] p. ; 33 x 21 cm.

Rosenwald 1813

For children: The gates of Paradise. Lambeth, W. Burke, 1793. [1] l., 17 plates. 14 cm.

Rosenwald 1814

For the sexes: The gates of Paradise. [London, ca. 1810?] [4] l., 17 plates (in portfolio) 41 cm.
