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 With eyes of soft humility & wonder, love & awe.

Then Loud from their green covert all the Birds begin their Song:

The Thrush, the Linnet & the Goldfinch, Robin & the Wren

Awake the Sun from his sweet reverie upon the Mountain:

The Nightingale again assays his song & thro' the day

And thro' the night warbles luxuriant: every Bird of Song

Attending his loud harmony with admiration & love.

This is a Vision of the Lamentation of Beulah over Ololon.

Thou perceivest the Flowers put forth their precious Odours,

And none can tell how from so small a center comes such sweet,

Forgetting that within that Center Eternity expands

Its ever during doors, that Og & Anak fiercely guard.

First e'er the morning breaks joy opens in the flowery bosoms,

Joy even to tears, which the Sun rising dries: first the Wild Thyme

And Meadow-sweet downy and soft, waving among the reeds,

Light springing on the air lead the sweet Dance, they wake

The Honeysuckle sleeping on the Oak: the flaunting beauty

Revels along upon the wind: the White-thorn, lovely May,

Opens her many lovely eyes: listening the Rose still sleeps:

None dare to wake her, soon she bursts her crimson curtained bed

And comes forth in the majesty of beauty: every Flower,

The Pink, the Jessamine, the Wall-flower, the Carnation

The Jonquil, the mild Lilly opes her heavens; every Tree

And Flower & Herb soon fill the air with an innumerable Dance,

Yet all in order sweet & lovely, Men are sick with Love:

Such is a Vision of the Lamentation of Beulah over Ololon.

P. 32 AND the Divine Voice was heard in the Songs of Beulah, Saying:

When I first Married you, I gave you all my whole Soul:

I thought that you would love my loves & joy in my delights,

Seeking for pleasures in my pleasures, O Daughter of Babylon.

Then thou wast lovely, mild & gentle, now thou art terrible

In jealousy & unlovely in my sight, because thou hast cruelly

Cut off my loves in fury till I have no love left for thee.

Thy love depends on him thou lovest & on his dear loves

Depend thy pleasures, which thou hast cut off by jealousy:

Therefore I shew my Jealousy & set before you Death.

Behold Milton descended to Redeem the Female Shade

From Death Eternal; such your lot, to be continually Redeem'd

By Death & misery of those you love & by Annihilation.

When the Sixfold Female perceives that Milton annihilates 34