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 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 pass'd away, the end approaches fast:

This mighty one is come from Eden, he is of the Elect,

Who died from Earth & he is return'd 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 quench'd 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,

P. 23 OF Palamabron's Harrow, & of Rintrah's 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 wat'ry deluge.

We call'd 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 left to me in Golgonooza,

Still Rintrah fierce, and Palamabron mild & piteous,

Theotormon fill'd 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 that 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 wrap'd in needle-work

Of emblematic texture, was sold to the Amalekite,

Who carried him down into Egypt where Ephraim & Menassheh

Gather'd my Sons together in the Sands of Midian.

And if you also flee away and leave your Father's 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 Father's tears. 21