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 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 call'd the Elect, & those

Of Rintrah the Reprobate, & those of Palamabron the Redeem'd:

For he is redeem'd from Satan's Law, the wrath falling on Rintrah.

And therefore Palamabron dared not to call a solemn Assembly

Till Satan had assum'd Rintrah's wrath in the day of mourning,

In a feminine delusion of false pride self-deceiv'd.

So spake the Eternal, and confirm'd it with a thunderous oath.

But when Leutha (a Daughter of Beulah) beheld Satan's 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 repell'd me.

P. 10 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 seize her new born son? Ah me! the wretched Leutha!

This to prevent, entering the doors of Satan's 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 used to do; but too well those living creatures

Knew that I was not Elynittria, and they brake the traces. 7