Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 45a
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