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 When Jesus rais'd Lazarus from the Grave I stood & saw

Lazarus, who is the Vehicular Body of Albion the Redeem'd,

Arise into the Covering Cherub, who is the Spectre of Albion,

By martyrdoms to suffer: to watch over the Sleeping Body,

Upon his Rock beneath his Tomb. I saw the Covering Cherub

Divide Four-fold into Four Churches when Lazarus arose,

Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, Luther: behold they stand before us

Stretch'd over Europe & Asia: come O Sons, come, come away.

Arise O Sons give all your strength against Eternal Death,

Lest we are vegetated, for Cathedron's Looms weave only Death,

A Web of Death: & were it not for Bowlahoola & Allamanda

No Human Form but only a Fibrous Vegetation,

A Polypus of soft affections without Thought or Vision,

Must tremble in the Heavens & Earths thro' all the Ulro space.

Throw all the Vegetated Mortals into Bowlahoola:

But as to this Elected Form who is return'd again,

He is the Signal that the Last Vintage now approaches,

Nor Vegetation may go on till all the Earth is reap'd.

So Los spoke. Furious they descended to Bowlahoola & Allamanda:

Indignant, unconvinced by Los's arguments & thun[d]ers rolling:

They saw that wrath now sway'd and now pity absorb'd him,

As it was so it remain'd & no hope of an end.

Bowlahoola is nam'd Law by mortals, Tharmas founded it:

Because of Satan before Luban in the City of Golgonooza.

But Golgonooza is nam'd Art & Manufacture by mortal men.

In Bowlahoola Los's Anvils stand & his Furnaces rage:

Thundering the Hammers beat & the Bellows blow loud,

Living, self moving, mourning, lamenting & howling incessantly.

Bowlahoola thro' all its porches feels, tho' too fast founded

Its pillars & porticoes to tremble at the force

Of mortal or immortal arm: and softly lilling flutes

Accordant with the horrid labours make sweet melody.

The Bellows are the Animal Lungs: the Hammers the Animal Heart:

The Furnaces the Stomach for digestion: terrible their fury.

Thousands & thousands labour, thousands play on instruments

Stringed or fluted to ameliorate the sorrows of slavery.

Loud sport the dancers in the dance of death rejoicing in carnage:

The hard dentant Hammers are lull'd by the flutes lula lula,

The bellowing Furnaces blare by the long sounding clarion,

The double drum drowns howls & groans, the shrill fife shrieks & cries: 22