Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 23

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!