Page:Works of William Blake; poetic, symbolic, and critical (1893) Volume 2.djvu/195

 Rh universality of imaginative light, — oh ! man, sleeping in experience, the shadowy land, — and expand, — enter the light and acquire more senses than the five by its action upon you. Imagination is God's love in all, and friendship between yourselves shall teach you how to feel towards it. But in all that should be the region of vision, — in the male nerves — (Atlantic) and the southern region of your souls, — (Surrey) a black water, — a sorrowful morality of experience and disapprobation, the reverse of friendship, accumulates. Return, Fallen Man, — (Albion) — return to forgiveness, family love calls thee, — and weeps at the disease of doubt, and unforgiving censoriousness that is on thy soul. Thy power of affection, — thy Emanation, named Jerusalem, — with all her impulses, — her daughters, — where hast thou hidden her? Imagination and forgiveness, the vision and fruition, cannot reach her. I am not a god afar off, but a brother, your true self. And your emotions of tenderness learned from the sexes, sleepers because in the dream of the created and temporary world, yet of Beulah, because of the part nearest heaven (marriage, type of the larger Unity) you are my members.

P. 4, ll. 22 to 31. — So says man's imagination, but his reason drags him away with perturbation and he goes to experience praising individuality and morality, that lead to war and away from brotherhood.

P. 5, ll. 33 to 35. — Albion the Fallen Man, thus turned away, jealously hiding his wider tenderness in its narrower form of sexuality, the parent-stream (Thames).

P. 5, ll. 1 to 15. — And the banks of the stream clouded and the senses of Albion, porches through which inspiration and light should have come to him, darkened, and every attribute and power of his mind, called by the several names of the geniuses of cities and lands, hardened and shrunk, and among them dragged under the laws of experience, — the cruelty of this world, — all his inspired impulses.

P. 5, ll. 16 to 26. — "Trembling I sit day and night,"— (says Blake) and prays that his hand may be guided while he opens