Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 16



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:

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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!

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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:

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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,	5 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 abborrence Suspition & revenge, & the seven discases 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 fled 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.

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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

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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 bead 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 beneath 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

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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 t	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 ghast & 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

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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! t 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!

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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 forebead: 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

PLATE 25 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. PLATE 26

SUCH VISIONS HAVE APPEARD TO ME AS I MY ORDERD RACE HAVE RUN JERUSALEM IS NAMED LIBERTY AMONG THE SONS OF ALBION