Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Chapter II
Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion. Chapter II
[edit]Jerusalem. Chap: 2.
[ PLATE 28 ]Every ornament of perfection, and every labour of love,In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountainsWas become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy:And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge.
5And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said
All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the laboursOf loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendshipsHorrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and allThese hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin10I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast!A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth:That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat.
Cold snows drifted around him: ice coverd his loins aroundHe sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up!15A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the LawOf God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.
The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand)They bent down, they felt the earth and again enrootingShot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!20From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) EnemiesFor Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars,Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters FurnaceHe nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions SonsMust have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors25But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A StrongFortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy,In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!
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Turning his back to the Divine Vision, his SpectrousChaos before his face appeard: an Unformed Memory.
Then spoke the Spectrous Chaos to Albion darkning coldFrom the back & loins where dwell the Spectrous Dead
5I am your Rational Power O Albion & that Human FormYou call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches longThat creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sunIn fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated & lostIt plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the Hills10Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brookStops it in midst of its pride among its hills & rivers[.]Battersea & Chelsea mourn, London & Canterbury trembleTheir place shall not be found as the wind passes over[.]The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller15And shall Albions Cities remain when I pass over themWith my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet
So spoke the Spectre to Albion. he is the Great SelfhoodSatan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the EarthHaving a white Dot calld a Center from which branches out20A Circle in continual gyrations. this became a HeartFrom which sprang numerous branches varying their motionsProducing many Heads three or seven or ten, & hands & feetInnumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplatorWho becomes his food[:] such is the way of the Devouring Power
25And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos[.]Albions Emanation which he had hidden in jealousyAppeard now in the frowning Chaos prolific upon the ChaosReflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning Hermaphroditic
Albion spoke. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp30Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripenessI never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstractedNor darkness immingled with light on my furrowd fieldWhence camest thou! who art thou O loveliest? the Divine VisionIs as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy
35Vala replied in clouds of tears Albions garment embracing
I was a City & a Temple built by Albions Children.I was a Garden planted with beauty I allured on hill & valleyThe River of Life to flow against my walls & among my treesVala was Albions Bride & Wife in great Eternity40The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity when in day-break
I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of JerusalemAnd in her Courts among her little Children offering upThe Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem!Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus45Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yetImmingled God & Man, when thou & I, hid the Divine VisionIn cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round aboutKnow me now Albion: look upon me I alone am BeautyThe Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala50I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret CaveBorn of the Woman to obey the Woman O Albion the mightyFor the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love
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Elevate into the Region of Brotherhood with my red fires
Art thou Vala? replied Albion, image of my reposeO how I tremble! how my members pour down milky fear!A dewy garment covers me all over, all manhood is gone!5At thy word & at thy look death enrobes me aboutFrom head to feet, a garment of death & eternal fearIs not that Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering Veil?Are not the Stars of heaven thy Children! art thou not Babylon?Art thou Nature Mother of all! is Jerusalem thy Daughter10Why have thou elevate inward: O dweller of outward chambersFrom grot & cave beneath the Moon dim region of deathWhere I laid my Plow in the hot noon, where my hot team fedWhere implements of War are forged, the Plow to go over the NationsIn pain girding me round like a rib of iron in heaven! O Vala15In Eternity they neither marry nor are given in marriageAlbion the high Cliff of the Atlantic is become a barren Land
Los stood at his Anvil: he heard the contentions of Vala—He heavd his thundring Bellows upon the valleys of MiddlesexHe opend his Furnaces before Vala, then Albion frownd in anger20On his Rock: ere yet the Starry Heavens were fled awayFrom his awful Members, and thus Los cried aloudTo the Sons of Albion & to Hand the eldest Son of Albion
I hear the screech of Childbirth loud pealing, & the groansOf Death, in Albions clouds dreadful utterd over all the Earth25What may Man be? who can tell! but what may Woman be?To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.There is a Throne in every Man, it is the Throne of GodThis Woman has claimd as her own & Man is no more!Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala & her Temple30And not the Tabernacle & Temple of the Most HighO Albion why wilt thou Create a Female Will?
To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert, evenIn the shadows of a Woman & a secluded Holy PlaceThat we may pry after him as after a stolen treasure35Hidden among the Dead & mured up from the paths of lifeHand! art thou not Reuben enrooting thyself into BashanTill thou remainest a vaporous Shadow in a Void! O Merlin!Unknown among the Dead where never before Existence cameIs this the Female Will O ye lovely Daughters of Albion. To40Converse concerning Weight & Distance in the Wilds of Newton & Locke
So Los spoke standing on Mam-Tor looking over Europe & AsiaThe Graves thunder beneath his feet from Ireland to Japan
Reuben slept in Bashan like one dead in the valleyCut off from Albions mountains & from all the Earths summits45Between Succoth & Zaretan beside the Stone of BohanWhile the Daughters of Albion divided Luvah into three BodiesLos bended his Nostrils down to the Earth, then sent him overJordan to the Land of the Hittite: every-one that saw himFled! they fled at his horrible Form: they hid in caves50And dens, they looked on one-another & became what they beheld
Reuben return'd to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone.Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portions[.]Los rolled, his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent himOver Jordan; all terrified fled: they became what they beheld.
55If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary:If the Perceptive Organs close: their Objects seem to close also:Consider this O mortal Man! O worm of sixty winters said LosConsider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.
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Then the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam,In Albions bosom: for in every Human bosom those Limits stand.And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes withoutNumber! the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity.5And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces;Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law,(In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,)And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.
Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity.10Must pass thro' condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave!No individual can keep these Laws, for they are deathTo every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life;Albion hath enterd the State Satan! Be permanent O State!And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again:
15And be thou created into a State! I go forth to CreateStates: to deliver Individuals evermore! Amen.
So spoke the voice from the Furnaces, descending into Non-Entity[To Govern the Evil by Good: and States abolish Systems.]
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Reuben return'd to his place, in vain he sought beautiful TirzahFor his Eyelids were narrowd, & his Nostrils scented the groundAnd Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben:Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib5Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his TongueBetween Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over JordanIn the love of Tirzah he said Doubt is my food day & night—All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tonguesFor pain: they became what they beheld[.] In reasonings Reuben returned10To Heshbon. disconsolate he walkd thro Moab & he stoodBefore the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber,On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal: and Los bendedHis Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan.
The Seven Nations fled before him they became what they beheld15Hand, Hyle & Coban fled: they became what they beheldGwantock & Peachy hid in Damascus beneath Mount LebanonBrereton & Slade in Egypt. Hutton & Skofeld & KoxFled over Chaldea in terror in pains in every nerveKotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth20And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing.
Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children drivn by Los's HammerIn the visions of the dreams of Beulah on the edge of Non-EntityHand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning SpectreStands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination
25And the Four Zoa's clouded rage East & West & North & SouthThey change their situations, in the Universal Man.Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face.And England who is Brittannia divided into Jerusalem & ValaAnd Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South30In his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher
And the Four Zoa's who are the Four Eternal Senses of ManBecame Four Elements separating from the Limbs of AlbionThese are their names in the Vegetative Generation[West Weighing East & North dividing Generation South bounding]35And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length Bredth & HighthAnd they divided into Four ravening deathlike FormsFairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements.These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power
The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albions cliffy shore40And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of AlbionAs Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is MerlinExploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation; Redemption. & Judgment
And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner
Have you known the judgment that is arisen among the45Zoa's of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embraceHis own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they callBy the name of Morality. their Daughters govern allIn hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burningArt & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd
50Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on DeathSaid thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whomIt seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadfulConsequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even ofTorments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy55Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus AmenAnd Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah
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And One stood forth from the Divine Family &,said
I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform'd.5Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury!He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee:And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, uponThe point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with LawsOur Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights
10So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet,Again he join'd the Divine Body, following merciful;While Albion fled more indignant! revengeful covering
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His face and bosom with petrific hardness, and his handsAnd feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embraceHis hidden heart; his Emanation wept & trembled within him:Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with5Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding:His strong limbs shudderd upon his mountains high and dark.
Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went,His cold against the warmth of Eden rag'd with loudThunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul)10Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but mild the Saviour follow'd him,
Displaying the Eternal Vision! the Divine Similitude!In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers, and friendsWhich if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist:
Saying. Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love,15With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought:Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewingWe live as One Man; for contracting our infinite sensesWe behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one,As One Man all the Universal Family; and that One Man20We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him,Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life,Giving, recieving, and forgiving each others trespasses.He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master:He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all,25In Eden: in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem.If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us.
Thus speaking; the Divine Family follow Albion:I see them in the Vision of God upon my pleasant valleys.
I behold London; a Human awful wonder of God!30He says: Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee:My Streets are my, Ideas of Imagination.Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together.My Houses are Thoughts: my Inhabitants; Affections,The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels,35Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of BeulahIn dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood in veiny pipes,Rolls dreadful thro' the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan.For Albions sake, and for Jerusalem thy EmanationI give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion.
40So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeths shades:In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of AlbionI write in South Molton Street, what I both see and hearIn regions of Humanity, in Londons opening streets.
I see thee awful Parent Land in light, behold I see!45Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men,Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for CitiesAre Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mount[a]insAre also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime!In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings50Let down at will around, and call'd the Universal Tent.York, crown'd with loving kindness. Edinburgh, cloth'dWith fortitude as with a garment of immortal textureWoven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men
Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where55There is in Albion a Gate of precious stones and goldSeen only by Emanations, by vegetations viewless,Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde ParkTo Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering soulsOf multitudes who die from Earth: this Gate cannot be found
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By Satans Watch-fiends tho' they search numbering every grainOf sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate.It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadfulAnd fill'd with cruel tortures; but no mortal man can find the Mill5Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years
For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! ButIn the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona namd[,]Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal DeathBefore the Gate of Los. Urthona here is named Los.10And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab.Albion fled thro' the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate.
Los was the friend of Albion who most lov'd him. In CambridgeshireHis eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is four-fold.Seeing Albion had turn'd his back against the Divine Vision,15Los said to Albion, Whither fleest thou? Albion reply'd.
I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of deathHover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outsideLike rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe:Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me20In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feetBound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves:God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burdenA weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.
Los answerd, troubled: and his soul was rent in twain:25Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement?No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim.So speaking, not yet infected with the Error & Illusion,
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Los shudder'd at beholding Albion, for his diseaseArose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call'd aroundThe Friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal DeathThe four appear'd with their Emanations in fiery5Chariots: black their fires roll beholding Albions house of EternityDamp couch the flames beneath and silent, sick, stand shudderingBefore the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every oneDescended and fell down upon their knees round Albions knees,Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round10Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll'd far and wideAlbion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful HillAnd every River: our brother Albion is sick to death.He hath leagued himself with robbers! he hath studied the artsOf unbelief! Envy hovers over him! his Friends are his abhorrence!15Those who give their lives for him are despised!Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom!To destroy his Emanation is their intention:Arise! awake O Friends of the Giant AlbionThey have perswaded him of horrible falshoods!20They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields!
The Twenty-four heard! they came trembling on watry chariots.Borne by the Living Creatures of the third processionOf Human Majesty, the Living Creatures wept aloud as theyWent along Albions roads, till they arriv'd at Albions House.
25O! how the torments of Eternal Death, waited on Man:And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst:That the wide world might fly from its hinges, & the immortal mansionOf Man, for ever be possess'd by monsters of the deeps:And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap'd in an endless curse,30Consuming and consum'd for-ever in flames of Moral Justice.
For had the Body of Albion fall'n down, and from its dreadful ruinsLet loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep,At enmity with the Merciful & fill'd with devouring fire,A nether-world must have recievd the foul enormous spirit,35Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill'd with Revenge and Law.There to eternity chain'd down, and issuing in red flamesAnd curses, with his mighty arms brandish'd against the heavensBreathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with painTorn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire:40Within his breast his mighty Sons chaind down & fill'd with cursings:And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear:Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire.But, glory to the Merciful-One, for he is of tender mercies!And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man.
45And these the Twenty-four in whom the Divine FamilyAppear'd; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision!Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever.
Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devourdBy the waves of Despair, whose Emanation rose above50The flood, and was nam'd Chichester, lovely mild & gentle! Lo!Her lambs bleat to the sea-fowls cry, lamenting still for Albion.
Submitting to be call'd the son of Los the terrible vision:Winchester stood devoting himself for Albion: his tents
Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations55Submitting to be call'd Enitharmons daughters, and be bornIn vegetable mould: created by the Hammer and LoomIn Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day.
(I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against60Albions melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.)
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Gloucester and Exeter and Salisbury and Bristol: and benevolentBath who is Legions: he is the Seventh, the physician andThe poisoner: the best and worst in Heaven and Hell:Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albions mountainsA triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve5To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow:To Malden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty:The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & PancrassRound Marybone to Tyburns River, weaving black melancholy as a net,And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London,10Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more.She fled to Lambeths mild Vale and hid herself beneathThe Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates: her Sons are siez'dFor victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found! HidBy the Daughters of Beulah: gently snatch'd away: and hid in Beulah
15There is a Grain of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot findNor can his Watch Fiends find it: tis translucent & has many AnglesBut he who finds it will find Oothoons palace, for withinOpening into Beulah every angle is a lovely heavenBut should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin20And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishmentHere Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous reposeHid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West.
The Twenty-eight trembled in Deaths dark caves, in cold despairThey kneeld around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation25And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres ragd within.The Four Zoa's in terrible combustion clouded rageDrinking the shuddering fears & loves of Albions FamiliesDestroying by selfish affections the things that they most admireDrinking & eating, & pitying & weeping, as at a trajic scene.30The soul drinks murder & revenge, & applauds its own holiness
They saw Albion endeavouring to destroy their Emanations.
[Each Man is in
his Spectre's power
Untill the arrival
of that hour,
When his Humanity
awake
And cast his Spectre
into the Lake”]
[Each Man is in his Spectre's power
Untill the arrival
of that hour,
When his Humanity
awake
And cast his Spectre
into the Lake”]
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They saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against AlbionUrizen, cold & scientific: Luvah, pitying & weepingTharmas, indolent & sullen: Urthona, doubting & despairingVictims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other5To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions.
They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore;And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico.If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty GrovesIf we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks!10Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptionsO God of Albion descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves!
Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling aroundCalling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwellsStretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four15Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity:Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over HellsBrooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain
From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold.Swelld & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the Divine-20Humanity, who is the Only General and Universal FormTo which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathyAll broad & general principles belong to benevolenceWho protects minute particulars, every one in their own identity.But here the affectionate touch of the tongue is closd in by deadly teeth25And the soft smile of friendship & the open dawn of benevolenceBecome a net & a trap, & every energy renderd cruel,Till the existence of friendship & benevolence is denied:The wine of the Spirit & the vineyards of the Holy-One.Here: turn into poisonous stupor & deadly intoxication:30That they may be condemnd by Law & the Lamb of God be slain!And the two Sources of Life in Eternity[,] Hunting and War,Are become the Sources of dark & bitter Death & of corroding Hell:The open heart is shut up in integuments of frozen silenceThat the spear that lights it forth may shatter the ribs & bosom35A pretence of Art, to destroy Art: a pretence of LibertyTo destroy Liberty. a pretence of Religion to destroy ReligionOshea and Caleb fight: they contend in the valleys of PeorIn the terrible Family Contentions of those who love each other:The Armies of Balaam weep—-no women come to the field40Dead corses lay before them, & not as in Wars of old.For the Soldier who fights for Truth, calls his enemy his brother:They fight & contend for life, & not for eternal death!But here the Soldier strikes, & a dead corse falls at his feetNor Daughter nor Sister nor Mother come forth to embosom the Slain!45But Death! Eternal Death! remains in the Valleys of Peor.The English are scatterd over the face of the Nations: are theseJerusalems children? Hark! hear the Giants of Albion cry at nightWe smell the blood of the English! we delight in their blood on our Altars!The living & the dead shall be ground in our rumbling Mills50For bread of the Sons of Albion: of the Giants Hand & ScofieldScofeld & Kox are let loose upon my Saxons! they accumulateA World in which Man is by his Nature the Enemy of Man,In pride of Selfhood unwieldy stretching out into Non EntityGeneralizing Art & Science till Art & Science is lost.55Bristol & Bath, listen to my words, & ye Seventeen: give ear!It is easy to acknowledge a man to be great & good while weDerogate from him in the trifles & small articles of that goodness:Those alone are his friends, who admire his minutest powers[.]Instead of Albions lovely mountains & the curtains of Jerusalem60I see a Cave, a Rock, a Tree deadly and poisonous, unimaginative:Instead of the Mutual Forgivenesses, the Minute Particulars, I seePits of bitumen ever burning: artificial Riches of the Canaanite
Like Lakes of liquid lead: instead of heavenly Chapels, builtBy our dear Lord: I see Worlds crusted with snows & ice;65I see a Wicker Idol woven round Jerusalems children. I seeThe Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian:By Demonstrations the cruel Sons of Quality & Negation.Driven on the Void in incoherent despair into Non EntityI see America closd apart, & Jerusalem driven in terror70Away from Albions mountains, far away from Londons spires!I will not endure this thing! I alone withstand to death,This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me!Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go to deaths vale?All you my Friends & Brothers! all you my beloved Companions!75Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance?I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and giveMe some comfort: why do you all stand silent? I aloneRemain in permanent strength. Or is all this goodness & pity, onlyThat you may take the greater vengeance in your Sepulcher.
80So Los spoke. Pale they stood around the House of Death:In the midst of temptations & despair: among the rooted Oaks:Among reared Rocks of Albions Sons, at length they rose
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With one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs wingsThey Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him backAgainst his will thro Los's Gate to Eden: Four-fold; loud!Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear5Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion dark,Repugnant; rolld his Wheels backward into Non-EntityLoud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of DeathAnd all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding fromAlbions dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between10That every little particle of light & air, became OpakeBlack & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a CliffOf black despair; that the immortal Wings labourd againstCliff after cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death:The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent:15Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless,Of grey obscurity, filld with clouds & rocks & whirling watersAnd Albions Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void.
But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of DivinePower: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime,20The Family Divine hover around the darkend Albion.
Such is the nature of the Ulro: that whatever enters:Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born.From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath AlbionIn dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation.
25Forming a Sexual Machine: an Aged Virgin Form,In Erins Land toward the north, joint after joint & burningIn love & jealousy immingled & calling it ReligionAnd feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated LosConjuring him by the Highest that he should Watch over them30Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to LosNaming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah
Strucken with Albions disease they become what they behold;They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion;Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep35The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of DeathBefore the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non EntityAmong the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion.
Man is adjoind to Man by his Emanative portion:Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her40Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in ManO search & see: turn your eyes inward: open O thou WorldOf Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates.
They wept into the deeps a little space at length was heardThe voice of Bath, faint as the voice of the Dead in the House of Death
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Bath, healing City! whose wisdom in midst of PoeticFervor: mild spoke thro' the Western Porch, in soft gentle tears
O Albion mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western GateBrothers of Eternity! this Man whose great example5We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seenIn Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envyThe, tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'dFrom mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself becomeA piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons10Of Eden, that however great and glorious; however lovingAnd merciful the Individuality; however highOur palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fieldsIn Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in mornings breath,Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use15Is incapable and nothing! none but the Lamb of God call healThis dread disease: none but Jesus! O Lord descend and save!Albions Western Gate is clos'd: his death is coming apace!Jesus alone can save him; for alas we none can knowHow soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep20Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & MoonHis friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his darkMachines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repentedHe wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate
For their well timed wrath. But Albions sleep is not25Like Africa's: and his machines are woven with his lifeNothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy interposingLest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousyO God descend! gather our brethren, deliver JerusalemBut that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit30Oxford take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquenceThat thy immortal tongue inspires; present them to Albion:Perhaps he may recieve them, offerd from thy loved hands.
So spoke, unheard by Albion. the merciful Son of HeavenTo those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping35Around Albion: but Albion heard him not; obdurate! hard!He frown'd on all his Friends, counting them enemies in his sorrow
And the Seventeen conjoining with Bath, the Seventh:In whom the other Ten shone manifest, a Divine Vision!Assimilated and embrac'd Eternal Death for Albions sake.40And these the names of the Eighteen combining with those Ten
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Bath, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious powerWhose springs are unsearchable & knowledg infinite.Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose handsBuilded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works!5Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los.And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other handDare touch! Oxford, immortal Bard! with eloquenceDivine, he wept over Albion: speaking the words of GodIn mild perswasion: bringing leaves of the Tree of Life.
10Thou art in Error Albion, the Land of Ulro:One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human SoulRepose in Beulahs night, till the Error is remov'dReason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosomsTill the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai15Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment.But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort.
Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the armsOf Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester,Litchfield, Saint Davids, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor,20Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of LosBegan to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roarUpon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath
And these the Four in whom the twenty-four appear'd four-fold:Verulam, London, York, Edinburgh, mourning one towards another
25Alas!—The time will come, when a mans worst enemiesShall be those of his own house and family: in a ReligionOf Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement, happy Jerusalem,The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God thou art Not an Avenger!
[ PLATE 42 ]Thus Albion sat, studious of others in his pale disease:Brooding on evil: but when Los opend the Furnaces before him:He saw that the accursed things were his own affections,And his own beloveds: then he turn'd sick! his soul died within him5Also Los sick & terrified beheld the Furnaces of DeathAnd must have died, but the Divine Saviour descendedAmong the infant loves & affections, and the Divine Vision weptLike evening dew on every herb upon the breathing ground
Albion spoke in his dismal dreams: O thou deceitful friend10Worshipping mercy & beholding thy friend in such affliction:Los! thou now discoverest thy turpitude to the heavens.I demand righteousness & justice. O thou ingratitude!Give me my Emanations back[,] food for my dying soul!My daughters are harlots! my sons are accursed before me.15Enitharmon is my daughter: accursed with a fathers curse!O! I have utterly been wasted! I have given my daughters to devils
So spoke Albion in gloomy majesty, and deepest nightOf Ulro rolld round his skirts from Dover to Cornwall.
Los answerd. Righteousness & justice I give thee in return20For thy righteousness! but I add mercy also, and bindThee from destroying these little ones: am I to be onlyMerciful to thee and cruel to all that thou hatest[?]Thou wast the Image of God surrounded by the Four Zoa'sThree thou hast slain! I am the Fourth: thou canst not destroy me.25Thou art in Error; trouble me not with thy righteousness.I have innocence to defend and ignorance to instruct:I have no time for seeming; and little arts of compliment,In morality and virtue: in self-glorying and pride.There is a limit of Opakeness, and a limit of Contraction;30In every Individual Man, and the limit of Opakeness,Is named Satan: and the limit of Contraction is named Adam.But when Man sleeps in Beulah, the Saviour in mercy takesContractions Limit, and of the Limit he forms Woman: ThatHimself may in process of time be born Man to redeem35But there is no Limit of Expansion! there is no Limit of Translucence.In the bosom of Man for ever from eternity to eternity.Therefore I break thy bonds of righteousness; I crush thy messengers!That they may not crush me and mine: do thou be righteous,And I will return it; otherwise I defy thy worst revenge:
40Consider me as thine enemy: on me turn all thy furyBut destroy not these little ones, nor mock the Lords anointed:Destroy not by Moral Virtue, the little ones whom he hath chosen!The little ones whom he hath chosen in preference to thee.He hath cast thee off for ever; the little ones he hath anointed!45Thy Selfhood is for ever accursed from the Divine presence
So Los spoke: then turn'd his face & wept for Albion.
Albion replied. Go! Hand & Hyle! sieze the abhorred friend:As you Have siezd the Twenty-four rebellious ingratitudes;To atone for you, for spiritual death! Man lives by deaths of Men50Bring him to justice before heaven here upon London stone,Between Blackheath & Hounslow, between Norwood & FinchleyAll that they have is mine: from my free genrous gift,They now hold all they have: ingratitude to me!To me their benefactor calls aloud for vengeance deep.
55Los stood before his Furnaces awaiting the fury of the Dead:And the Divine hand was upon him, strengthening him mightily.
The Spectres of the Dead cry out from the deeps beneathUpon the hills of Albion; Oxford groans in his iron furnaceWinchester in his den & cavern; they lament against60Albion: they curse their human kindness & affectionThey rage like wild beasts in the forests of afflictionIn the dreams of Ulro they repent of their human kindness.
Come up, build Babylon, Rahab is ours & all her multitudesWith her in pomp and glory of victory. Depart65Ye twenty-four into the deeps! let us depart to glory!
Their Human majestic forms sit up upon their CouchesOf death: they curb their Spectres as with iron curbsThey enquire after Jerusalem in the regions of the dead,With the voices of dead men, low, scarcely articulate,70And with tears cold on their cheeks they weary repose.
O when shall the morning of the grave appear, and whenShall our salvation come? we sleep upon our watchWe cannot awake! and our Spectres rage in the forestsO God of Albion where art thou! pity the watchers!
75Thus mourn they. Loud the Furnaces of Los thunder uponThe clouds of Europe & Asia, among the Serpent Temples!
And Los drew his Seven Furnaces around Albions AltarsAnd as Albion built his frozen Altars, Los built the Mundane Shell,In the Four Regions of Humanity East & West & North & South,
80Till Norwood & Finchley & Blackheath & Hounslow, coverd the whole Earth.This is the Net & Veil of Vala, among the Souls of the Dead.
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Then the Divine Vision like a silent Sun appeard aboveAlbions dark rocks: setting behind the Gardens of KensingtonOn Tyburns River, in clouds of blood: where was mild Zion HillsMost ancient promontory, and in the Sun, a Human Form appeard5And thus the Voice Divine went forth upon the rocks of Albion
I elected Albion for my glory; I gave to him the Nations,Of the whole Earth. he was the Angel of my Presence: and allThe Sons of God were Albions Sons: and Jerusalem was my joy.The Reactor hath hid himself thro envy. I behold him.10But you cannot behold him till he be reveald in his SystemAlbions Reactor must have a Place prepard: Albion must SleepThe Sleep of Death, till the Man of Sin & Repentance be reveald.Hidden in Albions Forests he lurks: he admits of no ReplyFrom Albion: but hath founded his Reaction into a Law15Of Action, for Obedience to destroy the Contraries of Man[.]He hath compelld Albion to become a Punisher & hath possessdHimself of Albions Forests & Wilds! and Jerusalem is taken!The City of the Woods in the Forest of Ephratah is taken!London is a stone of her ruins; Oxford is the dust of her walls!20Sussex & Kent are her scatterd garments: Ireland her holy place!And the murderd bodies of her little ones are Scotland and WalesThe Cities of the Nations are the smoke of her consummationThe Nations are her dust! ground by the chariot wheelsOf her lordly conquerors, her palaces levelld with the dust25I come that I may find a way for my banished ones to returnFear not O little Flock I come! Albion shall rise again.
So saying, the mild Sun inclosd the Human Family.
Forthwith from Albions darkning [r]ocks came two Immortal formsSaying We alone are escaped. O merciful Lord and Saviour,30We flee from the interiors of Albions hills and mountains!From his Valleys Eastward: from Amalek Canaan & Moab:Beneath his vast ranges of hills surrounding Jerusalem.
Albion walkd on the steps of fire before his HallsAnd Vala walkd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber.35He looked up & saw the Prince of Light with splendor fadedThen Albion ascended mourning into the porches of his PalaceAbove him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect:Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy: in white linen pure he hoverd
A sweet entrancing self-delusion a watry vision of Albion40Soft exulting in existence; all the Man absorbing!
Albion fell upon his face prostrate before the watry ShadowSaying O Lord whence is this change! thou knowest I am nothing!And Vala trembled & coverd her face! & her locks were spread on the pavement
We heard astonishd at the Vision & our heart trembled within us:45We heard the voice of slumberous Albion, and thus he spake,Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of eternity uttering:
O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee!If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into HadesIf thou dost lay thine hand upon me behold I am silent:50If thou withhold thine hand; I perish like a fallen leaf:O I am nothing: and to nothing must return again:If thou withdraw thy breath. Behold I am oblivion.
He ceasd: the shadowy voice was silent: but the cloud hoverd over their headsIn golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man; & the balmy drops fell down.55And lo! that son of Man that Shadowy Spirit of mild Albion:Luvah descended from the cloud; in terror Albion rose:Indignant rose the awful Man, & turnd his back on Vala.
We heard the voice of Albion starting from his sleep:
Whence is this voice crying Enion! that soundeth in my ears?60O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can love seek for dominion?
And Luvah strove to gain dominion over AlbionThey strove together above the Body where Vala was inclosdAnd the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement,Coverd with boils from head to foot: the terrible smitings of Luvah.
65Then frownd the fallen Man, and put forth Luvah from his presenceSaying. Go and Die the Death of Man, for Vala the sweet wanderer.I will turn the volutions of your ears outward, and bend your nostrilsDownward, and your fluxile eyes englob'd roll round in fear:Your withring lips and tongue shrink up into a narrow circle,70Till into narrow forms you creep: go take your fiery way:And learn what tis to absorb the Man you Spirits of Pity & Love.
They heard the voice and fled swift as the winters setting sun.And now the human blood foamd high, the Spirits Luvah & Vala,Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded,75In jealous fears & fury & rage, & flames roll round their fervid feet:And the vast form of Nature like a serpent playd before themAnd as they fled in folding fires & thunders of the deep:
Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks.And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east and west.80And the vast form of Nature like a serpent rolld between,Whether of Jerusalems or Valas ruins congenerated, we know not:All is confusion: all is tumult, & we alone are escaped.
So spoke the fugitives; they joind the Divine Family, trembling
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And the Two that escaped; were the Emanation of Los & hisSpectre: for whereever the Emanation goes, the SpectreAttends her as her Guard, & Los's Emanation is namedEnitharmon, & his Spectre is named Urthona: they knew5Not where to flee: they had been on a visit to Albions ChildrenAnd they strove to weave a Shadow of the EmanationTo hide themselves: weeping & lamenting for the VegetationOf Albions Children; fleeing thro Albions vales in streams of goreBeing not irritated by insult bearing insulting benevolences10They percieved that corporeal friends are spiritual enemiesThey saw the Sexual Religion in its embryon UncircumcisionAnd the Divine hand was upon them bearing them thro darknessBack safe to their Humanity as doves to their windows:Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in Songs15Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.They wept & trembled: & Los put forth his hand & took them inInto his Bosom: from which Albion shrunk in dismal pain;Rending the fibres of Brotherhood & in Feminine AllegoriesInclosing Los: but the Divine Vision appeard with Los20Following Albion into his Central Void among his Oaks.And Los prayed and said. O Divine Saviour ariseUpon the Mountains of Albion as in ancient time. Behold!The Cities of Albion seek thy face, London groans in painFrom Hill to Hill & the Thames laments along the Valleys25The little Villages of Middlesex & Surrey hunger & thirstThe Twenty-eight Cities of Albion stretch their hands to thee:Because of the Opressors of Albion in every City & Village:They mock at the Labourers limbs! they mock at his starvd Children.They buy his Daughters that they may have power to sell his Sons:30They compell the Poor to live upon a crust of bread by soft mild arts:They reduce the Man to want: then give with pomp & ceremony.The praise of Jehovah is chaunted from lips of hunger & thirst!Humanity knows not of Sex: wherefore are Sexes in Beulah?In Beulah the Female lets down her beautiful Tabernacle;35Which the Male enters magnificent between her Cherubim:And becomes One with her mingling condensing in Self-loveThe Rocky Law of Condemnation & double Generation, & Death.Albion hath enterd the Loins the place of the Last Judgment:And Luvah hath drawn the Curtains around Albion in Vala's bosom40The Dead awake to Generation! Arise O Lord, & rend the Veil!So Los in lamentations followd Albion, Albion coverd, His
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His western heaven with rocky clouds of death & despair.Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine VisionLos took his globe of fire to search the interiors of AlbionsBosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves5Of despair & death, to search the tempters out, walking amongAlbions rocks & precipices! caves of solitude & dark despair,And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded & murderdBut saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute particularsOf which they had possessd themselves; and there they take up10The articulations of a mans soul, and laughing throw it downInto the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, & souls are bak'dIn bricks to build the pyramids of Heber & Terah. But LosSearchd in vain: closd from the minutia he walkd, difficult.He came down from Highgate thro Hackney & Holloway towards London15Till he came to old Stratford & thence to Stepney & the IsleOf Leuthas Dogs, thence thro the narrows of the Rivers sideAnd saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running downThe kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorrd.Every Universal Form, was become barren mountains of Moral20Virtue: and every Minute Particular hardend into grains of sand:And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth & mire,Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricateTo where the Tower of London frownd dreadful over Jerusalem:A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalems eastern gate to be25His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was buildedDens of despair in the house of bread: enquiring in vainOf stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none:And thus he spoke, looking on Albions City with many tearsWhat shall I do! what could I do, if I could find these Criminals30I could not dare to take vengeance; for all things are so constructedAnd builded by the Divine hand, that the sinner shall always escape,And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence;If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sandIn way of vengeance; I punish the already punishd: O whom35Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray!O Albion, if thou takest vengeance; if thou revengest thy wrongsThou art for ever lost! What can I do to hinder the SonsOf Albion from taking vengeance? or how shall I them perswade.So spoke Los, travelling thro darkness & horrid solitude:40And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone,Among the ruins of the Temple: and Vala who is her Shadow,Jerusalems Shadow bent northward over the Island white.At length he sat on London Stone, & heard Jerusalems voice.Albion I cannot be thy Wife. thine own Minute Particulars,45Belong to God alone. and all thy little ones are holyThey are of Faith & not of Demonstration: wherefore is ValaClothd in black mourning upon my rivers currents, Vala awake!I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbsI feel the iron threads of love & jealousy & despair.50Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to AlbionAnd now recieves reproach & hate. Was it not said of oldSet your Son before a man & he shall take you & your sonsFor slaves: but set your Daughter before a man & SheShall make him & his sons & daughters your slaves for ever!55And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion, & LuvahIs great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern heavenUrizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah:And thou O harlot daughter! daughter of despair art allThis cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates.60Here is the House of Albion, & here is thy secluded placeAnd here we have found thy sins: & hence we turn thee forth,For all to avoid thee: to be astonishd at thee for thy sins:Because thou art the impurity & the harlot: & thy children!Children of whoredoms: born for Sacrifice: for the meat & drink65Offering: to sustain the glorious combat & the battle & warThat Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River:And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the hillsOf Surrey across Middlesex & across Albions House70Of Eternity! pale stood Albion at his eastern gate,
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Leaning against the pillars, & his discase rose from his skirtsUpon the Precipice he stood! ready to fall into Non-Entity.
Los was all astonishment & terror: he trembled sitting on the StoneOf London: but the interiors of Albions fibres & nerves were hidden5From Los; astonishd be beheld only the petrified surfaces:And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the Furnaces;He saw also the Four Points of Albion reversd inwardsHe siezd his Hammer & Tongs, his iron Poker & his Bellows,Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine.
10In stern defiance came from Albions bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban,Gwantok, Peachy, Brertun, Slaid, Huttn, Skofeld, Kock, Kotope
Bowen: Albions Sons: they bore him a golden couch into the porchAnd on the Couch reposd his limbs, trembling from the bloody field.Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs.15(All things begin & end, in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)
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[When Albion utterd his last words Hope is banishd from me]From Camberwell to Highgate where the mighty Thames shudders along,Where Los's Furnaces stand, where Jerusalem & Vala howl:Luvah tore forth from Albions Loins, in fibrous veins, in rivers5Of blood over Europe: a Vegetating Root in grinding pain.Animating the Dragon Temples, soon to become that Holy FiendThe Wicker Man of Scandinavia in which cruelly consumedThe Captives reard to heaven howl in flames among the starsLoud the cries of War on the Rhine & Danube, with Albions Sons,10Away from Beulahs hills & vales break forth the Souls of the Dead,With cymbal, trumpet, clarion; & the scythed chariots of Britain.
And the Veil of Vala, is composed of the Spectres of the Dead
Hark! the mingling cries of Luvah with the Sons of AlbionHark! & Record the terrible wonder! that the Punisher15Mingles with his Victims Spectre, enslaved and tormentedTo him whom he has murderd, bound in vengeance & enmityShudder not, but Write, & the hand of God will assist you!Therefore I write Albions last words. Hope is banish'd from me.
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These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his armsReciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy and repos'dThe pale limbs of his Eternal IndividualityUpon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud:5In silence the Divine Lord builded with immortal labour,Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose,With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse.Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence, time shall reveal.The Five books of the Decologue, the books of Joshua & Judges,10Samuel, a double book & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & ProphetsThe Four-fold Gospel, and the Revelations everlastingEternity groan'd. & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death!
Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earths central joint,There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true:15(To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect,Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved:Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold.)From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem
With pangs she forsook Beulah's pleasant lovely shadowy Universe20Where no dispute can come; created for those who Sleep.
Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of BeulahWept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem:When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descendedWith solemn mourning out of Beulahs moony shades and hills:25Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound.
And this the manner of the terrible SeparationThe Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of AlbionConcenter in one Female form an Aged pensive Woman.Astonish'd! lovely! embracing the sublime shade: the Daughters of Beulah30Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she tookA Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictionsAnd many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic ValeWhich is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West,Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden35Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection fromAlbions dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred yearsIn its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to EdenShe also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a CenterInto Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried40Her tears. she ardent embrac'd her sorrows. occupied in laboursOf sublime mercy in Rephaims Vale. Perusing Albions TombShe sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning.The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweatLos also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified45Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace:Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place.When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion.Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud,Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form50Writhing in pain. The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'dJerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin,In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day.
And thus Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, in soft tearsAlbion the Vortex of the Dead! Albion the Generous!55Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice!Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place,Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of EnemiesThe Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never knownTill now in Beulah.) unless a Refuge can be found60To hide them from the wrath of Albions Law that freezes soreUpon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom
Draw ye Jerusalem away from Albions MountainsTo give a Place for Redemption, let Sihon and OgRemove Eastward to Bashan and Gilead, and leave
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The secret coverts of Albion & the hidden places of AmericaJerusalem Jerusalem! why wilt thou turn awayCome ye O Daughters of Beulah, lament for Og & SihonUpon the Lakes of Ireland from Rathlin to Baltimore:5Stand ye upon the Dargle from Wicklow to DroghedaCome & mourn over Albion the White Cliff of the AtlanticThe Mountain of Giants: all the Giants of Albion are becomeWeak! witherd! darkend! & Jerusalem is cast forth from Albion.They deny that they ever knew Jerusalem, or ever dwelt in Shiloh10The Gigantic roots & twigs of the vegetating Sons of AlbionFilld with the little-ones are consumed in the Fires of their AltarsThe vegetating Cities are burned & consumed from the Earth:And the Bodies in which all Animals & Vegetations, the Earth & HeavenWere containd in the All Glorious Imagination are witherd & darkend;15The golden Gate of Havilah, and all the Garden of God,Was caught up with the Sun in one day of fury and war:The Lungs, the Heart, the Liver, shrunk away far distant from ManAnd left a little slimy substance floating upon the tides.In one night the Atlantic Continent was caught up with the Moon,20And became an Opake Globe far distant clad with moony beams.The Visions of Eternity, by reason of narrowed perceptions,Are become weak Visions of Time & Space, fix'd into furrows of death;Till deep dissimulation is the only defence an honest man has leftO Polypus of Death O Spectre over Europe and Asia25Withering the Human Form by Laws of Sacrifice for SinBy Laws of Chastity & Abhorrence I am witherd up.Striving to Create a Heaven in which all shall be pure & holyIn their Own Selfhoods, in Natural Selfish Chastity to banish PityAnd dear Mutual Forgiveness; & to become One Great Satan30Inslavd to the most powerful Selfhood: to murder the Divine HumanityIn whose sight all are as the dust & who chargeth his Angels with folly!Ah! weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form!Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground!The Eye of Man, a little narrow orb, closd up & dark,35Scarcely beholding the Great Light; conversing with the [Void]:The Ear, a little shell, in small volutions shutting outTrue Harmonies, & comprehending great, as very small:The Nostrils, bent down to the earth & clos'd with senseless flesh.That odours cannot them expand, nor joy on them exult:40The Tongue, a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys,A little sound it utters, & its cries are faintly heard,
Therefore they are removed: therefore they have taken rootIn Egypt & Philistea: in Moab & Edom & Aram:In the Erythrean Sea their Uncircu[m]cision in Heart & Loins45Be lost for ever & ever. then they shall arise from Self,By Self Annihilation into Jerusalems Courts & into ShilohShiloh the Masculine Emanation among the Flowers of BeulahLo Shiloh dwells over trance, as Jerusalem dwells over AlbionBuild & prepare a Wall & Curtain for Americas shore!50Rush on: Rush on! Rush on! ye vegetating Sons of AlbionThe Sun shall go before you in Day: the Moon shall goBefore you in Night. Come on! Come on! Come on! The LordJehovah is before, behind, above, beneath, aroundHe has builded the arches of Albions Tomb binding the Stars55In merciful Order, bending the Laws of Cruelty to Peace.He hath placed Og & Anak, the Giants of Albion for their Guards:Building the Body of Moses in the Valley of Peor: the BodyOf Divine Analogy; and Og & Sihon in the tears of BalaamThe Son of Beor, have given their power to Joshua & Caleb.60Remove from Albion, far remove these terrible surfaces.They are beginning to form Heavens & Hells in immenseCircles: the Hells for food to the Heavens: food of torment,Food of despair: they drink the condemnd Soul & rejoiceIn cruel holiness, in their Heavens of Chastity & Uncircumcision65Yet they are blameless & Iniquity must be imputed onlyTo the State they are enterd into that they may be deliverd:Satan is the State of Death, & not a Human existence:But Luvah is named Satan, because he has enterd that State.A World where Man is by Nature the enemy of Man70Because the Evil is Created into a State. that MenMay be deliverd time after time evermore. Amen.Learn therefore O Sisters to distinguish the Eternal HumanThat walks about among the stones of fire in bliss & woeAlternate! from those States or Worlds in which the Spirit travels:75This is the only means to Forgiveness of Enemies[.]Therefore remove from Albion these terrible SurfacesAnd let wild seas & rocks close up Jerusalem away from
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The Atlantic Mountains where Giants dwelt in Intellect;Now given to stony Druids, and Allegoric GenerationTo the Twelve Gods of Asia, the Spectres of those who Sleep:Sway'd by a Providence oppos'd to the Divine Lord Jesus:5A murderous Providence! A Creation that groans, living on Death.Where Fish & Bird & Beast & Man & Tree & Metal & StoneLive by Devouring, going into Eternal Death continually:Albion is now possess'd by the War of Blood! the SacrificeOf envy Albion is become, and his Emanation cast out:
10Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if; O Lord!If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died.Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain—Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albions cliffs!Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them:15She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of SinA Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War!And we also & all Beulah, consume beneath Albions curse.
So Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah. ShudderingWith their wings they sat in the Furnace, in a night20Of stars, for all the Sons of Albion appeard distant stars,Ascending and descending into Albions sea of death.And Erins lovely Bow enclos'd the Wheels of Albions Sons.
Expanding on wing, the Daughters of Beulah replied in sweet response
Come O thou Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin25To Sin & to hide the Sin in sweet deceit. is lovely!!To Sin in the open face of day is cruel & pitiless! ButTo record the Sin for a reproach: to let the Sun go downIn a remembrance of the Sin: is a Woe & a Horror!A brooder of an Evil Day, and a Sun rising in blood30Come then O Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin
End of Chap. 2d.
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Jerusalem The Emanation of The Giant Albion, copy A, object 51
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