Come to my arms and never more
Depart; but dwell for ever here;
Create my spirit to thy love;
Subdue my spectre to thy fear.
Spectre of Albion! warlike fiend!
In clouds of blood and ruin roll'd,
I here reclaim thee as my own,
My self-hood, Satan! arm'd in gold.
Is this thy soft family-love,
Thy cruel patriarchal pride;
Planting thy family above,
Destroying all the world beside?
A man's worst enemies are those
Of his own house and family;
And he who makes his law a curse,
By his own law shall surely die.
In my Exchanges every land
Shall walk, and mine in every land,
Mutual shall build Jerusalem,
Both heart in heart and hand in hand.
TO THE DEISTS.
I SAW a monk of Charlemagne
Arise before my sight,
I talk'd with the grey monk as we stood
In beams of infernal light.
