Bath, healing City! whose wisdom in midst of Poetic Fervor: mild spoke thro' the Western Porch, in soft gentle tears
O Albion mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western Gate Brothers of Eternity! this Man whose great example 5We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seen In Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envy The, tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'd From mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself become A piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons 10Of Eden, that however great and glorious; however loving And merciful the Individuality; however high Our palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fields In Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in mornings breath, Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use 15Is incapable and nothing! none but the Lamb of God call heal This 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 know How soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep 20Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & Moon His friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his dark Machines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repented He wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate
For their well timed wrath. But Albions sleep is not 25Like Africa's: and his machines are woven with his life Nothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy interposing Lest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousy O God descend! gather our brethren, deliver Jerusalem But that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit 30Oxford take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquence That 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 Heaven To those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping 35Around 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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