Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 46a
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!