Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 60



PLATE 60

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 for-evermore? 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