Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 48
Jerusalem The Emanation of The Giant Albion, copy E, object 48, "These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms..."
[ PLATE 48 ]
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